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[indent][indent]“Can’t say we’ve had a diver off ol’ Dieu in my time. I don’t see why not.”

The older man shook his head when the man asked if it was okay to light up a cigarette. The boy definitely looked like the city type. 

“Do as you like.”

Another girl moved from the assortment on the ferry, the soft hum of rap music apparent as she moved closer and closer to the others near him, though he would not have described the hum as [i]soft[/i]. He never particularly liked such music. Her inclination was to immediately ask him where the booze was holed up at and it made his wry smirk widen. A bunch of city types and they still couldn’t appreciate the rural country for what it was—peaceful and serene, far from the hustle and bustle. Then again, old habits were hard to erase. Not that he’d judge. He was a bit of a drinker himself. Though, they wouldn’t relate to that for much longer.

“The hotel has a good bar.” He said as the island got closer-and-closer. “If that’s not your kind of place you have two other bars in the city.”




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