Good pal.
He kept repeating variations on the same thing. It got under her skin, made her even more nervous. She slurped at her bowl again, avoiding the cracked mussels; they smelled half-sour under the heavy odor of the broth. She didn't fancy a stomachache, not under the current situation (though gods knew she'd eaten food gone bad before).
She finished her drink, gave him a bright smile as she hopped off the stool.
Get out get out get out get out.
"Good luck wi' hittin' th'broadside," she said in a loud whisper, giving him a wink before turning away.
He kept repeating variations on the same thing. It got under her skin, made her even more nervous. She slurped at her bowl again, avoiding the cracked mussels; they smelled half-sour under the heavy odor of the broth. She didn't fancy a stomachache, not under the current situation (though gods knew she'd eaten food gone bad before).
She finished her drink, gave him a bright smile as she hopped off the stool.
Get out get out get out get out.
"Good luck wi' hittin' th'broadside," she said in a loud whisper, giving him a wink before turning away.