Kel perked up at Zeph's pat, a tentative smile coming to his face as he nodded. The old man was one of the closest things he had to a friend - a mentor, at the very least - and being included on the booze run gave him a sense of belonging he'd been sorely lacking. He squared his shoulders and followed in the silver fox's wake, choosing a bottle of liquor for the group with Zeph's guidance.
He wasn't a stranger to drinking, but he didn't yet know what local brews were good and which would blind a man after three shots, and he appreciated the education just as much as he had the lessons in arm wrestling.
Soon they returned with their bounty, to share (well, with Oliver, at least) the reward of their labors.
[Finished for Kel]
He wasn't a stranger to drinking, but he didn't yet know what local brews were good and which would blind a man after three shots, and he appreciated the education just as much as he had the lessons in arm wrestling.
Soon they returned with their bounty, to share (well, with Oliver, at least) the reward of their labors.
[Finished for Kel]
