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milliways_bar2012-11-02 09:37 pm
fireinthehole) wrote in milliways_bar2012-11-02 09:37 pm
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That was unpleasant.
And yet Boyd, like so many, cannot help but pick at a sore spot. And he wants to know what that was -- that thing that's left him with a bullet in his pocket to turn over and over in his hand.
It's what he's doing at the bar right now. There's a drink at his right hand, to assist in thinking. The bullet can and will be palmed.
And Boyd is ready, if it happens again.
And yet Boyd, like so many, cannot help but pick at a sore spot. And he wants to know what that was -- that thing that's left him with a bullet in his pocket to turn over and over in his hand.
It's what he's doing at the bar right now. There's a drink at his right hand, to assist in thinking. The bullet can and will be palmed.
And Boyd is ready, if it happens again.
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Which is why it is just as well that Dan intends to take it no further than that - it wouldn't be polite to presume anything in regards to Boyd's personal standing with the Lord, after all, and he'd rather not venture into improper topics of conversation with a man he barely knows.
(And despite having lived the last four years and some-odd months in a bar, his sense of tact remains strong as ever.)
He turns to the counter and taps his fingertips lightly against the bartop, signaling for a refill.
This time it's whisky, rather than other-wordly wine.