full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Sure, whispers and shadowy figures in doorways. Whatever helped the people of Torchline continue to drink themselves to sleep at night. Jack didn't wait for further permission, pouring himself a generous measure of whisky before sinking back in his seat and knocking it back in one, relishing the burn in his throat and his chest. Cheers'ing to Remi as he named himself, he set down the empty glass and found, beside it, a fine looking ledger.
"I'm gonna assume that was rhetorical and that you ain't tryin' to insult me," he said, narrowing his eyes a fraction and flicking open the ledger absently. "It's blank. Thanks - I already have one." The whisky though - he'd have more of that. And so, pouring himself another glass, he considered Remi very carefully. Expectantly, one might say.
"I'm gonna assume that was rhetorical and that you ain't tryin' to insult me," he said, narrowing his eyes a fraction and flicking open the ledger absently. "It's blank. Thanks - I already have one." The whisky though - he'd have more of that. And so, pouring himself another glass, he considered Remi very carefully. Expectantly, one might say.
