She snorted. “Alright then.”
He stared into his glass, watching the light make the amber liquid shimmer.
“So, why are you drinking?” she asked.
“Twenty years in a parallel universe getting cut on by a deranged little girl,” he shrugged, “Which I imagine is sort of similar to heroin withdrawal.”
“Sounds like my life.” she said.
“Well, cheers,” he said, chinking his glass against her stein.
She snorted. “Alright then.”
He stared into his glass, watching the light make the amber liquid shimmer.
“So, why are you drinking?” she asked.
“Twenty years in a parallel universe getting cut on by a deranged little girl,” he shrugged, “Which I imagine is sort of similar to heroin withdrawal.”
“Don’t know if you consider it a blessing or a curse, huh?” she asked.
“Well, I sort of wished I didn’t have it lately,” he said, taking another sip.
“I’ve been wishing a lot of things lately.” she murmured, sipping some vodka through her straw.
“Well, aren’t we fun,” he drained his glass, picking up the bottle again.
“Funnest fucking people around, I’d say.” she said, finishing off her glass.
“Cheers,” he said, taking a drag of his cigarette. He filled his glass again with the other hand.
“Cheers.” she said, filling her beer stein to the brim again.
“So, you look like you weigh about 20 kilos,” he said, “how are you conscious?”
“Well, I’ve been living on the streets for years and I’m an alcoholic heroin addict, I’m used to it.” she said. “And since my drugs taken away, all I have left is alcohol.”
“Fair enough,” he said. ”Far be it for me to judge. Mr. Jameson probably has a picture of me on his wall.” He took a sip of his whiskey.
She snorted. “Alright then.”
He stared into his glass, watching the light make the amber liquid shimmer.
“Don’t know if you consider it a blessing or a curse, huh?” she asked.
“Well, I sort of wished I didn’t have it lately,” he said, taking another sip.
“I’ve been wishing a lot of things lately.” she murmured, sipping some vodka through her straw.
“Well, aren’t we fun,” he drained his glass, picking up the bottle again.
“Funnest fucking people around, I’d say.” she said, finishing off her glass.
“Cheers,” he said, taking a drag of his cigarette. He filled his glass again with the other hand.
“Cheers.” she said, filling her beer stein to the brim again.
“So, you look like you weigh about 20 kilos,” he said, “how are you conscious?”
“Well, I’ve been living on the streets for years and I’m an alcoholic heroin addict, I’m used to it.” she said. “And since my drugs taken away, all I have left is alcohol.”
“Fair enough,” he said. ”Far be it for me to judge. Mr. Jameson probably has a picture of me on his wall.” He took a sip of his whiskey.
“Don’t know if you consider it a blessing or a curse, huh?” she asked.
“Well, I sort of wished I didn’t have it lately,” he said, taking another sip.
“I’ve been wishing a lot of things lately.” she murmured, sipping some vodka through her straw.
“Well, aren’t we fun,” he drained his glass, picking up the bottle again.
“Funnest fucking people around, I’d say.” she said, finishing off her glass.
“Cheers,” he said, taking a drag of his cigarette. He filled his glass again with the other hand.
“Cheers.” she said, filling her beer stein to the brim again.
“So, you look like you weigh about 20 kilos,” he said, “how are you conscious?”
“Don’t know if you consider it a blessing or a curse, huh?” she asked.
“Well, I sort of wished I didn’t have it lately,” he said, taking another sip.
“I’ve been wishing a lot of things lately.” she murmured, sipping some vodka through her straw.
“Well, aren’t we fun,” he drained his glass, picking up the bottle again.
“Funnest fucking people around, I’d say.” she said, finishing off her glass.
“Cheers,” he said, taking a drag of his cigarette. He filled his glass again with the other hand.
“Don’t know if you consider it a blessing or a curse, huh?” she asked.
“Well, I sort of wished I didn’t have it lately,” he said, taking another sip.
“I’ve been wishing a lot of things lately.” she murmured, sipping some vodka through her straw.
“Well, aren’t we fun,” he drained his glass, picking up the bottle again.
She leaned forward and took a deep breath as she lit the cigarette. She blew out the smoke as she leaned back, nodding her thanks.
He pocketed the lighter again. ”I’m pretty sure that a beer stein of vodka requires a curly straw. Just saying.”
“If I hadn’t been so desperate for a drink when I poured this, I probably would have went looking for one.” she said, chuckling slightly.
Harry shrugged, and plucked a pink curly straw out of thin air. ”Matches your hair,” he said, handing it to her.
Jessie laughed and shook her head. “Impressive.” she said, taking it and sticking it into her beer stein. “So, clearly you aren’t human.”
“Yep, but that’s as far as I know,” he raised his glass and drained half of it. He offered his hand, “Harry Walker.”
“Jessie.” she said, shaking his hand. “So, what are you then?”
“As I said, I don’t know,” she said. ”I wandered into Rhys in 1793 with no previous memories.”
“Well you’re obviously not human, I mean, if you’ve lived this long.” she said.
He nodded, “And I can turn time into magical energy. I don’t think that’s human either,” he said dryly.
“Don’t know if you consider it a blessing or a curse, huh?” she asked.
“Well, I sort of wished I didn’t have it lately,” he said, taking another sip.
She leaned forward and took a deep breath as she lit the cigarette. She blew out the smoke as she leaned back, nodding her thanks.
He pocketed the lighter again. ”I’m pretty sure that a beer stein of vodka requires a curly straw. Just saying.”
“If I hadn’t been so desperate for a drink when I poured this, I probably would have went looking for one.” she said, chuckling slightly.
Harry shrugged, and plucked a pink curly straw out of thin air. ”Matches your hair,” he said, handing it to her.
Jessie laughed and shook her head. “Impressive.” she said, taking it and sticking it into her beer stein. “So, clearly you aren’t human.”
“Yep, but that’s as far as I know,” he raised his glass and drained half of it. He offered his hand, “Harry Walker.”
“Jessie.” she said, shaking his hand. “So, what are you then?”
“As I said, I don’t know,” she said. ”I wandered into Rhys in 1793 with no previous memories.”
“Well you’re obviously not human, I mean, if you’ve lived this long.” she said.
He nodded, “And I can turn time into magical energy. I don’t think that’s human either,” he said dryly.
She leaned forward and took a deep breath as she lit the cigarette. She blew out the smoke as she leaned back, nodding her thanks.
He pocketed the lighter again. ”I’m pretty sure that a beer stein of vodka requires a curly straw. Just saying.”
“If I hadn’t been so desperate for a drink when I poured this, I probably would have went looking for one.” she said, chuckling slightly.
Harry shrugged, and plucked a pink curly straw out of thin air. ”Matches your hair,” he said, handing it to her.
Jessie laughed and shook her head. “Impressive.” she said, taking it and sticking it into her beer stein. “So, clearly you aren’t human.”
“Yep, but that’s as far as I know,” he raised his glass and drained half of it. He offered his hand, “Harry Walker.”
“Jessie.” she said, shaking his hand. “So, what are you then?”
“As I said, I don’t know,” she said. ”I wandered into Rhys in 1793 with no previous memories.”
