cervid: (teach me on child)
Arthur Morgan ([personal profile] cervid) wrote in [personal profile] gwilym 2025-01-28 01:45 am (UTC)

[If the creak of Godfrey's stool is audible, it just joins the chorus coming from every other strained wooden surface in the bar, Arthur's own seat included. He takes about as much notice of it as the hairline cracks in the shot glasses and the sticky spots on the floorboards-- all part of the decor.

Godfrey's little nervous tics catch his eye instead. Arthur had seen them before, though more often in someone taking a wild horse for a gallop, or a kid about to draw a gun on a bank clerk for the first time-- not a grown man sitting down for a beer. It proves oddly infectious as Arthur's thoughts take the time to catch up with his actions. He's seen disgraced clergymen go to seed before. He even he shared a camp with one, but he wasn't responsible for the reverend's degeneracy. This is a bit more proactive of a step, but--

Arthur chuckles, more at himself. Hell, it's one beer, and there's worse things on his conscience.]


'Course. Not one to stiff a man on a drink.

[He lifts his own bottle and knocks it against Godfrey's with a dull clink. Arthur takes a swig, but sinks it slowly. Keane's was an armpit, but at least the ice box kept the drinks cold enough to be refreshing.]

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