[ It’s eerie, how similar he is to the Butcher she’d met so many months ago. She’s not what she’d been expecting - a variant, maybe, like the handful of people she’s met here before. Older, or from a different timeline.
Her gaze lingers over him a moment before she grabs a bottle of bourbon from nearby, pouring him a hefty serving and setting it in front of him. ]
I just have a few more customers to close out, then I’m all yours.
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Her gaze lingers over him a moment before she grabs a bottle of bourbon from nearby, pouring him a hefty serving and setting it in front of him. ]
I just have a few more customers to close out, then I’m all yours.