JACK
It absolutely didn't take Jack long to get bored with all of this, the captain filling crates and taking them out to the sled, before returning for the rest. When he ran out of booze to stack up, he turned to other things important to Billie's 'business', moving boxes of papers and rolling out a couple of barrels as well (he was sure they were just for show, though, because like fuck did the man actually brew his own beer).
"Glad to hear it, but I ain't touchin' him with a barge pole if I can help it. Not if we're leavin' that ice cream here to melt and go sour." He scoffed to Sunjata, rolling his shoulders and heading out into the sun so they could start pulling the crate. "Where's the lucky asshole movin' to, then?"
"Glad to hear it, but I ain't touchin' him with a barge pole if I can help it. Not if we're leavin' that ice cream here to melt and go sour." He scoffed to Sunjata, rolling his shoulders and heading out into the sun so they could start pulling the crate. "Where's the lucky asshole movin' to, then?"
