You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"Old fashioned..." Adam repeated, confusion thick in his quiet mumble. Where he'd come from, the pistols he had had been cutting edge, something older bandits sneered at in favour of bows and arrows or more primitive guns available. At least Nate said they were cool, something Adam had greatly invested in with the engravings and gems on the guns.
He did laugh when Nate showed him his real 'guns'. There was a little bit of an appreciative smile there, too; he had so far flirted with many here but not actually gotten lucky. Adam wasn't ashamed to admit when he was getting a little desperate for physical attention, especially not when it could come from a guy who wasn't half bad looking and had firearms.
Passing over the joint, he leaned back and crossed his arms, waiting for Nate to 'show off'. "Go on then. Impress me, if you think you can. I'm dying for some decent fucking entertainment."
Adam
It didn't.
