JACK
”That we do. It’s been a long time,” Jack mutters as he reaches up to replace the bottles, leaving the top shelf (and hidden cupboards) for the good stuff. As he straightens back down, he shoots Raza the filthy sort of smile that Zeph will probably twist his ear for, but the old guy is busy carving shit into wood (obsessed with it, he is) and he isn’t there to see it. The captain follows close behind Raza as she leads the way into the back room, raising an eyebrow at the hidden tunnel that he’s pretty sure wasn’t there the last time he was here.
”Oh, now that’s convenient,” he says with a chuckle, glancing around for the bodybag - an affectionate nickname, of course - and the rest of the booze that comes out of it. ”Reckon you and I will be doin’ even more business by the time the Hanged Man opens again. Though if the Governor changes, as it’s gonna... might need to reroute that tunnel.”
”Oh, now that’s convenient,” he says with a chuckle, glancing around for the bodybag - an affectionate nickname, of course - and the rest of the booze that comes out of it. ”Reckon you and I will be doin’ even more business by the time the Hanged Man opens again. Though if the Governor changes, as it’s gonna... might need to reroute that tunnel.”
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
