Regular 9 to 5 job? Na, Na. We're Black Sheep, us.

Nairn sneered toward the locksmith, and huffed, refusing a direct answer. Though the bags under his eyes were answer enough. He'd never slept well alone, but he wasn't about to visit the brothels and request a worker sleep in the same bed as him when he'd royally fucked his relationship up.

Just get it open. 'm goin' outside. He was sober, and miserable at the moment. But he'd not take anything until they were back at the C. He refused to risk others lives like that; if he were on a mission alone, maybe he'd be less than sober. For now, he recognized he was hindering the locksmith, and moved to stand.

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