#apparently i'm inspired for all the meetings ajksdfh

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𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 ? absolutely. was he about to pack it in and head home for the evening like a responsible friend, brother, and freedom fighter ought to do? certainly not. in fact, they were growing rather weary of always being the responsible one of their little crew. flint had helped matters upon his arrival, but the man's methods were a touch more ... brusque, than jack was entirely comfortable with. still, he got results. they all did.

results, and the avatar, who was holed up in their hideout even as they sat there, plied with cheap booze.

he nursed another glass of the stuff, even as he pulled a face at its damned awful taste. ugh. maybe it'd at least do them the favour of getting drunk enough to imagine days where they could afford the top shelf brews. ah, but the life of luxury they had imagined as a teenager seemed a pipe dream now. their father's failed business and a job in petty crime had only brought trouble, not riches. but it all helped the cause ; a thing repeated in his thoughts as the swill burnt his throat.

it was only as a rather dashing, stalky looking man took the vacant seat at his side that jack realized he stuck out like a sore thumb. like many in the bar, the stranger was all thick, coiled muscle and sharp eyes. an even sharper mouth, as their gaze dropped to it briefly. jack, on the other hand, was far too tall and much too slim. a beanpole, as their brother had kindly remarked on many an occasion. clad in layers of ostentatious, patterned linens, with a deep open neckline and cinched at the waist. an accessory of cloth tied loose round their neck.

❛ erm, evening. ❜ even his tone of voice felt higher than usual. long, slender fingers tapped an idle rhythm against their mug, bottom lip worried betwixt his teeth a moment. ❛ apologies, darling, is this your table? i'm afraid i'm rather decidedly not from around here. you might not have noticed. ❜ a needling bit of sarcasm as brown eyes flit to the man. nervous, but drawn to his orbit like a prey animal to the lion's den. spirits, he was handsome. was that a split at his lip, and perhaps a black eye? something about the other's rough and tumble appearance struck a spark of heat in their stomach.

@pyratezlife / charles.