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Jamesons snorted the air with a long, sickly, slurp as he coiled his cheeks with a smug grin. The still leaking blood from the slowing tide of his missing tooth bubbled as he did.


[i]"Yeah, sounds about right. It's what we used to do back at the tavern when we wanted to hire folks"[/i] He grinned sideways at Tae in reply.


 He swallowed again as he simply stuffed the fine hankercheif into his pocket without a second thought. The elongated jaw line of his dropped further as suddenly wandered into the net of an eneveloping thought [i]"Of course. When they said "no" we just charged them for the meal..." [/i]He fingers started to poke at the leather layer over his head, prodding it with the same timidness and intent as toes dipping in water in cautious prepartion to plunge within. The vacant stare on him into the firelight signaling his absence from the table.


[i]"Uh, yeah."[/i] He stopped pressing against his coverings and turned curtly to the group [i]"Jameson, by the way. I'm a...freelance..."[/i] He paused as he looked for a word [i]"Ass kicker"[/i]


He gave up looking for a dingified term.




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