full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
It took a lot to catch Jack Barclay off guard. But still not-quite-sober, with the tranquility and darkness of the night all around, listening to drips and drabs of thoughts from the shadows... fuck, Remi managed it. The captain inhaled sharply as a shadow reached for his bottle, his hand moving to his boot where, doubtlessly, he kept a knife just in case. ”That’s a nifty new trick,” he grunted to the governor, grabbing at the bottle to drink from it as well (he needed it after that).
”You’re surlier’n usual. What’s up, your wife not puttin’ out?” he asked, relaxing a fraction as his heartbeat started to slow. Setting the bottle back down and sighing deeply, he tilted his head up to the sky. Obviously by wife he meant Ronin, not knowing that the Star was so far from home.
”You’re surlier’n usual. What’s up, your wife not puttin’ out?” he asked, relaxing a fraction as his heartbeat started to slow. Setting the bottle back down and sighing deeply, he tilted his head up to the sky. Obviously by wife he meant Ronin, not knowing that the Star was so far from home.
