It seems John will fit right in then. Welcome to dating purgatory.
"Bodyguards. That's a nice idea if you can afford the expense. Maybe with my old wallet, but we're all starting from scratch here, remember? And they took down some literal mountains of men. People with all that hoodoo nonsense going for them. There wasn't much that could be done without warning. They had the element of surprise, a tidy plot all a-schemed, and they had the manpower to make it happen."
Richie takes a long drag, a half cocked smile curving around the cigarette butt. "But I'm flattered, really. You've taken such a shine to me, offering to watch my ass after five minutes of conversation!" He presses a hand tenderly to John's shoulder. "I'm touched. Shall we pick out curtains now or later? I'm partial to nice damask myself."
As for the rest? Richie's brows furrow. He whips the phone from his pocket and fishes around. "There are blacksmiths and all that crap around, but there was something from one of the refugees recently. Hold on, I'm still getting the hang of this fucking slab." When he finds the post he holds it up for John to see. "I feel like there's more than one person that can help you with that, but Ros is the first one that comes to mind. Or at least, she's the most recent offer."
should we wind it down and meet again on another log?
"Bodyguards. That's a nice idea if you can afford the expense. Maybe with my old wallet, but we're all starting from scratch here, remember? And they took down some literal mountains of men. People with all that hoodoo nonsense going for them. There wasn't much that could be done without warning. They had the element of surprise, a tidy plot all a-schemed, and they had the manpower to make it happen."
Richie takes a long drag, a half cocked smile curving around the cigarette butt. "But I'm flattered, really. You've taken such a shine to me, offering to watch my ass after five minutes of conversation!" He presses a hand tenderly to John's shoulder. "I'm touched. Shall we pick out curtains now or later? I'm partial to nice damask myself."
As for the rest? Richie's brows furrow. He whips the phone from his pocket and fishes around. "There are blacksmiths and all that crap around, but there was something from one of the refugees recently. Hold on, I'm still getting the hang of this fucking slab." When he finds the post he holds it up for John to see. "I feel like there's more than one person that can help you with that, but Ros is the first one that comes to mind. Or at least, she's the most recent offer."