we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Naaaaah, I don't believe that." Ronin scoffs and shakes his head - he's also refilling his glass and knocking it back just as Sunjata bumps against his shoulder. He doesn't spill a drop (because absolutely fucking not), but it does knock him off balance a bit. He raises his eyebrows to see his friend succeed in hitting the bit of the dart board he's supposed to, letting out a cheer only as he lowers his glass again.
Except then Sunjata is dropping him in it and Ronin shushes him loudly and noticeably, grabbing up the whiskey bottle to overfill both of their glasses by a rather substantial amount. "Don't tell everyone, gods Jata," he hisses. "If we get another bottle and leave before anyone notices, do you reckon we'll get away with ruining the dart board?"
Except then Sunjata is dropping him in it and Ronin shushes him loudly and noticeably, grabbing up the whiskey bottle to overfill both of their glasses by a rather substantial amount. "Don't tell everyone, gods Jata," he hisses. "If we get another bottle and leave before anyone notices, do you reckon we'll get away with ruining the dart board?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
