[Namur detoured to the back of the pavilion for a moment before joining her, a large bottle of rum in his hand. He'll put his other arm over her shoulders, and steer her right past the bar area to a quiet space, relatively secluded.
Cuz that doesn't look fishy or anything.]
Smells like we do, Faye. 'Sides, how the hell can I be there for y' if y' don't tell me yer shit, huh?
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Cuz that doesn't look fishy or anything.]
Smells like we do, Faye. 'Sides, how the hell can I be there for y' if y' don't tell me yer shit, huh?