[ Hickey is lying on his back in the middle of the promenade, staring up at the ceiling with a cigarette between his lips when Brad shows up. He's surprised to see him here, but he laughs when he sees the bottle. ]
[Imagine if Brad were the one facing Hickey. Imagine.]
Well my past ain't so clean either. Bein' a bandit meant more than just stealing stuff. Sometimes you gotta kill witnesses or get information outta people.
[And all the other unsavory things that go along with stealing. Turf wars, scuffles with guards protecting caravans, and so much more.]
And besides that, I've killed countless witches and wizards for their mana stones.
Not the part about witches and wizard, mind. Not yet, anyway.
[ Is he aiming for that particular notch on his bedpost? Who can say! But he's not one to turn his nose up to new experiences, should the opportunity arise. ]
I hope you've kept all that to yourself. You're likely to end up in my place should you seem so nonchalant about taking a life. The do-goods around here make up the majority, so far as I can tell.
Cain and that dragon already know, but I don't think everyone else realizes just exactly how bad of crimes I had to do to end up in prison for 100 years.
[He pours himself a glass of whiskey and sets the bottle aside. Then he sips from his glass, savoring the flavor.]
In a manner of speaking. Poor folk like me only have two options, don't we? Content ourselves on the bottom-most rung, or we look for a workaround. Scale the ladder through other means.
[ He sips at his drink. He may have done his fair share of horrible things, but in his mind, they were necessary. What else was he meant to do? ]
What sort of crimes have you done, then? You may as well confide in a man marked for death.
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Date: 2025-03-30 04:21 am (UTC)I could certainly use a drink.
[ He sits up. ]
Wasn't expecting you to come calling.
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Date: 2025-03-30 04:28 am (UTC)[Brad is a ho but he is not immediately eager to bang in this large open room with no bed in it.
He does go over to where Hickey is laying down and passes the bottle and a glass to him. First drink is for him.]
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Date: 2025-03-30 06:34 am (UTC)We might have our chance yet. There's no telling how tomorrow might shake out.
[ He gladly takes the bottle, pouring himself a healthy glass before passing it back to Brad. ]
It says a lot about you that you're so chummy with a murderer.
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Date: 2025-03-30 03:01 pm (UTC)[Imagine if Brad were the one facing Hickey. Imagine.]
Well my past ain't so clean either. Bein' a bandit meant more than just stealing stuff. Sometimes you gotta kill witnesses or get information outta people.
[And all the other unsavory things that go along with stealing. Turf wars, scuffles with guards protecting caravans, and so much more.]
And besides that, I've killed countless witches and wizards for their mana stones.
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Date: 2025-04-02 05:42 am (UTC)[ ... ]
Not the part about witches and wizard, mind. Not yet, anyway.
[ Is he aiming for that particular notch on his bedpost? Who can say! But he's not one to turn his nose up to new experiences, should the opportunity arise. ]
I hope you've kept all that to yourself. You're likely to end up in my place should you seem so nonchalant about taking a life. The do-goods around here make up the majority, so far as I can tell.
[ Or maybe they're just the loudest. ]
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Date: 2025-04-02 01:41 pm (UTC)Cain and that dragon already know, but I don't think everyone else realizes just exactly how bad of crimes I had to do to end up in prison for 100 years.
[He pours himself a glass of whiskey and sets the bottle aside. Then he sips from his glass, savoring the flavor.]
Got a Bandit past, do ya?
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Date: 2025-04-03 07:21 am (UTC)[ He sips at his drink. He may have done his fair share of horrible things, but in his mind, they were necessary. What else was he meant to do? ]
What sort of crimes have you done, then? You may as well confide in a man marked for death.