it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”Well I dunno, scars are apparently quite allurin’, dependin’ on who he wants to rope into his bed.” The answer was no one, in truth, but it was still fun to poke fun. Jack shot Eloise a crooked, knowing sort of grin as she closed the cabin door behind them. ”Listen, you just keep everyone from murderin’ each other an’ they’ll get you outta there alive. I got business up here.” It was called staying alive, mostly.
Taking a half empty bottle from the drawer of his desk (it was the same stuff that had filled the flask). ”Would it make you feel better if we got drunk and fucked before headin’ to the Hanged Man?” he inquired, offering her out the bottle.
Taking a half empty bottle from the drawer of his desk (it was the same stuff that had filled the flask). ”Would it make you feel better if we got drunk and fucked before headin’ to the Hanged Man?” he inquired, offering her out the bottle.
