I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
Guns was a word that Jack noted from quite a lot of Outlander minds, and whilst he could imagine very well this instrument that flung out projectiles, it wasn't something he was all too familiar with. He was interested, though. Still, Sunjata's remark was textbook there's more to this but I don't really know if I want to talk about it, and given that the other man was an open book to him anyway, Jack left it there.
"Well, now. There's a price for everythin'," he replied with a very crooked smile indeed, lifting his glass again to take another healthy sip of whiskey. "If you're ever interested, let me know and we'll figure out what that price might be."
But for now, there was just the muted conversation of the Hanged Man and good booze. And after the excitement of the earlier evening, Jack was content with that.
~FIN
"Well, now. There's a price for everythin'," he replied with a very crooked smile indeed, lifting his glass again to take another healthy sip of whiskey. "If you're ever interested, let me know and we'll figure out what that price might be."
But for now, there was just the muted conversation of the Hanged Man and good booze. And after the excitement of the earlier evening, Jack was content with that.
~FIN
