(Open) For What it's Worth

Locke

im all for compassion

Locke groans when she takes the bottle back, pouting as he makes grabby hands for it. But he doesn't really expect her to give it back. He's being a dick after all. He pushes himself up off the stump, wobbling just a bit as he gets his balance. "S'rude to take that after I upheld my end of the bargin. So rude.." The last part is mumbled as he shakes his head.

He gives her a look, nodding, "I like that. Masochistic Miscreants. If I ever get a boat, I'm namin' it that." He's not big on the whole ships and boats thing but hey, maybe. He'd like to get off the island at some point in his life. Maybe. Sounds like it's a pretty shitty world out there. At least here, all he's gotta deal with is shitty people.

The man raises an eyebrow, "Yeah? You think you could kick my ass? Might have to take you up on that spar sooner than later." She's probably right though. Maybe not. It's been a minute since he's fought anyone. But it might be fun. He deserves to get his nose broken again. Probably. He deserves a lot of things.

"Well, Aurelia, let me know if you ever need a hand with anything. The price is a bottle of booze, or two."

but not on my dime