Colt sighed, slumping against the nearest wall. Definitely shouldn’t have had the second bottle, oh well. Eyes lazily took in the cell and in the process of making various mental notes he’d conclude the only way out, was the way they came in. His brow skewed when his gaze finally fell back on his cellmate, poor man looked like a lost sheep, wrangled off in the middle of the night by some ‘napper.
[color=#c10300]“It’s no’ all tha’ bad. Chin up, bud.”[/color] Colt started, but then wisdom was cast on him and there was no hiding how his head threw back and he cackled,[color=#c10300] “Me? Wise? Na. Na. Just savvy, this is payin’ well bein’ here.” [/color]
Be it the extra confidence the rum brought out, or the fact he was just going to have fun on this job, Colt scuttled over to his companion’s cot, the kind look an instant invitation. Folding his lanky limbs under him, he periodically used one hand to keep him upright while the other rested over his knee’s. Colt’s toothy grin though pulled back slightly, lines beginning to appear across his brow.
[color=#c10300]“...You ok though, bud? You look a tad peaky, yourself. Hangover? Shitty things, prob have one after I finish and head home for a nice kip.”[/color] Colt sniffed in a deep breath and then sighed glumly,[color=#c10300] “fuckin’ hate ‘em, but I’d rather be booked for drunken disorder than anything else.”[/color] A finger tapped the side of his nose, voice lowering a little though the secret wouldn’t be a secret since he had company. [color=#c10300]“Colt needs his hands if we’re getting out later. Mum’s the word.” [/color]
[color=#c10300]“It’s no’ all tha’ bad. Chin up, bud.”[/color] Colt started, but then wisdom was cast on him and there was no hiding how his head threw back and he cackled,[color=#c10300] “Me? Wise? Na. Na. Just savvy, this is payin’ well bein’ here.” [/color]
Be it the extra confidence the rum brought out, or the fact he was just going to have fun on this job, Colt scuttled over to his companion’s cot, the kind look an instant invitation. Folding his lanky limbs under him, he periodically used one hand to keep him upright while the other rested over his knee’s. Colt’s toothy grin though pulled back slightly, lines beginning to appear across his brow.
[color=#c10300]“...You ok though, bud? You look a tad peaky, yourself. Hangover? Shitty things, prob have one after I finish and head home for a nice kip.”[/color] Colt sniffed in a deep breath and then sighed glumly,[color=#c10300] “fuckin’ hate ‘em, but I’d rather be booked for drunken disorder than anything else.”[/color] A finger tapped the side of his nose, voice lowering a little though the secret wouldn’t be a secret since he had company. [color=#c10300]“Colt needs his hands if we’re getting out later. Mum’s the word.” [/color]
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