That’s the price of secrecy

Truthfully it was nice to see someone pleased to see him. Dora and Mina didn’t count, two women who didn’t quite fit the regular mould. Everyone had their own agendas and with only one of them did he understand it, at least he thought he did anyways. Remaining unattached was easier, the less strings he had to cut when he eventually fucked things up.

Sliding into a stool he snickered, Teeny tiny brain. Because the last puzzle you brought me was a fucking shopping list. But, free drink, a good time and maybe a potential mystery to solve does sweeten the deal, sure. There was always a good amount of rum for the trouble, even if they ended up being the causes of said trouble. But the job quickly became more than a simple case of finding any wreck, just one in particular.

You sure you want to find this particular one? What if it’s cursed? he tried to tease, but then shook his head afterwards. Ruth then sucked in a breath, releasing as a whistle that pitched and fell. That’s gonna make it complicated then, treasure hunters would be all over it like flies on shit, but according to Horus and what he’d brought, they might have a head start on any others.

Ruth waited until the barman had passed with the drinks ordered, leaning over and drawing the pint to his lips. Less in the open the better, c’mon we’ll find a booth, yeah?

@Horus