He cracked a grin and tapped the glass once against the bar. Just to feel his jaw work one more time 'afor the nice lady who just handed him a drink possibly decided to crack it for him.
Well to give it to you straight... The technical tall and short of it is that I gave it to you.
He killed the shot. Rest in peace friend, like those before, like those to follow.
Crimson hasn't been swinging the bat around here for ages, gent just had his name above the door for sake of convenience. I picked up the ball and ran with it, not to mix metaphors, not too long after showing up to stave off going mad with boredom. Not being officially in charge just seemed like a nicer state of affairs.
He rolled the empty glass between his hands while looking down Cora's way, aiming to order something up a little more to taste.
Granted, you did get to labor under such an advantage for a couple of months there. Why? The burdens of your day job getting you under? Want to just slink on back to playing point and shoot?
