full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
”Well, you’re doing alright so far.” Jack pointed out, gesturing to the not-pile-of-ash currently sitting across the fire from him. He busied himself smoking while he rifled through Remi’s thoughts, absently finding himself pleased to note that the Governor had his priorities straight. He had given Jata a talking to (and unbeknownst to him he would have his own talking to courtesy of Nate very soon), but every little helped.
Following suit and flicking ash to the ground, Jack let out a low whistle and shook his head. ”And I thought gods were meant to be better’n people. Less spiteful anyways,” he muttered. ”An’ it might be difficult to survive, but if he does survive he’s prob’ly not gonna want you hungover to fuck when he gets back. Not that it’s any of my business.”
Following suit and flicking ash to the ground, Jack let out a low whistle and shook his head. ”And I thought gods were meant to be better’n people. Less spiteful anyways,” he muttered. ”An’ it might be difficult to survive, but if he does survive he’s prob’ly not gonna want you hungover to fuck when he gets back. Not that it’s any of my business.”
