“Well drink it then” she said after seeing Charon stare at it and not touch it.
Charon took the cold beer in his hand, he’d not held one in so many years. It was the first courtesy he’d been bestowed since Ahzrukhal bought him new ammo, which wasn't so nice in the long run. He put the bottle to his lips and took it down smoothly, savoring it and letting it cool his seemingly always dry throat.
She on the other hand gulped hers down like a teenage boy he noted.
Letting her now half empty bottle sit on the table, she reached over to the chair with her bag on it between them. She then pulled out his contract and unfolded it.
Charon snorted, there was his life folded up in some kid’s schoolbag. He watched her as she slurped on her drink and read it to herself every now and then pausing to look at him. Mimicking her relaxed body language he assumed he could let himself lean back in his chair and look up at the ceiling. It’s peeling as much as I am…
“They don’t like you, ya’ know” she said bluntly after a while, still looking at her new purchase.
Charon just grumbled. That’s not news.
“They don’t want me to go with you” she stopped reading and looked up at him, “They think you’ll kill me.”
Charon just looked back down at her coldly as he sipped from his beer. If she was scared of him maybe she'd be easier on him...
“You can’t though can you” she leaned back, “says it here” she waved the paper.
What is your fucking point smoothskin? Perhaps she wasn't so scared...
“Good” she nodded and put the paper back in her bag.
Good? Does she expect me to want her dead…?
“Anyway big guy we gotta move out”, she left her now empty bottle on the table and stood up, “so drink up.”
He finished his beer and stood, letting his full height tower over her. For the first time she looked up at him and took in his full height.
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Re: I'll get my brother on you (2b/?)
Date: 2013-03-01 05:11 am (UTC)Charon took the cold beer in his hand, he’d not held one in so many years. It was the first courtesy he’d been bestowed since Ahzrukhal bought him new ammo, which wasn't so nice in the long run. He put the bottle to his lips and took it down smoothly, savoring it and letting it cool his seemingly always dry throat.
She on the other hand gulped hers down like a teenage boy he noted.
Letting her now half empty bottle sit on the table, she reached over to the chair with her bag on it between them. She then pulled out his contract and unfolded it.
Charon snorted, there was his life folded up in some kid’s schoolbag. He watched her as she slurped on her drink and read it to herself every now and then pausing to look at him.
Mimicking her relaxed body language he assumed he could let himself lean back in his chair and look up at the ceiling. It’s peeling as much as I am…
“They don’t like you, ya’ know” she said bluntly after a while, still looking at her new purchase.
Charon just grumbled. That’s not news.
“They don’t want me to go with you” she stopped reading and looked up at him, “They think you’ll kill me.”
Charon just looked back down at her coldly as he sipped from his beer. If she was scared of him maybe she'd be easier on him...
“You can’t though can you” she leaned back, “says it here” she waved the paper.
What is your fucking point smoothskin? Perhaps she wasn't so scared...
“Good” she nodded and put the paper back in her bag.
Good? Does she expect me to want her dead…?
“Anyway big guy we gotta move out”, she left her now empty bottle on the table and stood up, “so drink up.”
He finished his beer and stood, letting his full height tower over her. For the first time she looked up at him and took in his full height.
“Good” she smiled.