doubt comes in on sticks
"Couldn't have told it better me'self."
With a grin far too smug, eyes ringed with bags from not enough sleep and far too many drugs, but a mischievous twinkle in his eye, James cocked his head lazily onto one shoulder eyeing the storyteller with a lazy expression. "Well." He added, placing a cigarette into the corner of his mouth. "I say I couldn't have, but really I could." His voice had a pleasant irish lilt, confident and comical as he turned back to the drink in front of him. Grinning into the beer he tried to raise it to his lips, remembered the cigarette, chuckled and removed it, before downing nearly all of the only slightly-carbonated ale.
"Dunno where you came across that, but fat lot it'll get you here." He advised, nodding casually towards the coin placed on to the counter. "Bartering system and whatnot. Never figured how they all managed without until now."
With a grin far too smug, eyes ringed with bags from not enough sleep and far too many drugs, but a mischievous twinkle in his eye, James cocked his head lazily onto one shoulder eyeing the storyteller with a lazy expression. "Well." He added, placing a cigarette into the corner of his mouth. "I say I couldn't have, but really I could." His voice had a pleasant irish lilt, confident and comical as he turned back to the drink in front of him. Grinning into the beer he tried to raise it to his lips, remembered the cigarette, chuckled and removed it, before downing nearly all of the only slightly-carbonated ale.
"Dunno where you came across that, but fat lot it'll get you here." He advised, nodding casually towards the coin placed on to the counter. "Bartering system and whatnot. Never figured how they all managed without until now."
but then he kicks like a horse
