it's not your fault that you're always wrong
Jack watched with quiet curiosity as the tiny luxere trotted back to her companion; a rough and skinny guy that the smuggler couldn't say he had ever met before. There was probably some stupid fucking platitude about being wary of strangers offering drinks, but Jack figured it to be bullshit. Strangers had the best drinks.
So saying, he approached the other man and accepted the flask with a nod of thanks. "Not sure if I should be offended by that or not," he remarked, taking a healthy swig and offering it back.
"Where'd you come by one of those?" he wanted to know, one of those being Astra, of course.
So saying, he approached the other man and accepted the flask with a nod of thanks. "Not sure if I should be offended by that or not," he remarked, taking a healthy swig and offering it back.
"Where'd you come by one of those?" he wanted to know, one of those being Astra, of course.
