“ knees feel like they might be “ half hearted chuckle, lips catch the edge of a smirk. soft amusement between the subtle burn as he helps himself to a sip. “ tastes a hell of a lot better than jack “
@BRVOS1X “ y'act like yer' pushin' ninety there , sir . ” a huff of a mused chuckle , sitting down before crossing one leg over the other while she watches him pour their glasses , intrigued .
@ravenedroan grunt of a response. comes in a rumble from his chest. safety clicked off, slight change in stance. three quick shots, three hits. “ been doing this shit twenty years, love. “
“ getting older teaches you a few things, like which liquor to enjoy without feeling like hell the next morning. “ bottle in one hand, two glasses in the other. a steady pour of a measure into each.
@ravenedroan metallic clunk. fingers check and clear weapon parts while his gaze is elsewhere. muscle memory. doesn’t need to pay attention. “ three targets. “ repeated words. nodded confirmation.
if anyone needs her , she'll be sitting on her mama's porch , cracking open whatever beer was left in the fridge before she emptied everything else out .
" quiet can be the best thing " mumbled from around the mug, a long appreciative sip. " or the worst. " knows too much silence allows the ever present war in his head to grow like a storm cloud.
lips tilt, enough to blow smoke in the opposite direction of her. small gesture. thoughtful. comes with a mumbled thank you as calloused fingers wrap around the warm mug. welcomed scent of earthy coffee.
@BRVOS1X there's a half mused grin that curls from her brims , flicking ash off the end in the little ceramic dish next to her . briefly settling it down while she moves across the kitchen for two mugs , pouring the freshly brewed ↴
half hearted attempt a joke. knows his humor is broken. " mountain air is good for the soul " lighter clicks. lights the end. exhale of smoke. " unlike these things "
taps his cigarette end on the table, once, twice. runs the filter over his lips, not lighting, just tasting the nicotine for a moment. " paris is decent. " a curt nod. " shame about the people. "
she's exhaling light hums through the smoke that leaves her lungs , slow nods while her eyes gaze to her bud while prying it from her lips . to his question , she's tipping her head a little to the side . “ closest i've been ↴