Tie One On

Other work? If only it were that easy. Adam wanted to find other work too, but for people with their kind of talents it was going to be difficult. There were no guards to rebel against, no royals to rob; hardly anyone had anything worth taking in the first place and if they started murdering people, they'd run out before the end of the season. Really, the only solution was to learn a real trade, and he hated that. "Good fucking luck with that then, mate." He said with a laugh, placing his empty mug down on the table and standing. "I'm gonna go get me another drink, down it, then go and jerk off or something, I don't fucking know. Try not to die." With this charming goodbye over, Adam waved and walked back to the bar, thinking Peter would likely be gone within the week. He seemed small, lost, like someone who didn't know how to survive without a leader. There were no leaders here. Adam didn't want to admit it, but it was throwing him off too. He was just better at hiding it. ADAM And I don’t like to bare my soul to strangers But show me yours and I’ll show you mine