04-25-2018, 04:25 PM
And it was in that smug moment that the doors to the negotiation room flew open with an immense bang. Victor and Jimmy boy were immediately on their feet, weapons drawn, but relaxed in dim bewilderment as they saw the soggy, half-naked amputee standing in the doorway.
"Oh shit." Drake said, blinking slowly. He waved to Victor and the immense biker dude at the far side of the negotiation.
"Sorry Vickie, didn't know you were in a meeting. Uh, here. Can you give this to His Majesty when he wakes up? It's information and stuff." Drake said, yawning loudly as he walked over to the table and put down a small stack of damp papers. The smuggler was dressed only in a small pair of khaki shorts, which appeared to be too small for him.
"I found a little bandit-cult-enclave thing over by the water treatment plant. I killed them all, but the place got...demolished in the process. I'll fix it tomorrow." Drake said, plucking a small cigarette out of his satchel. He plugged it into his lips and blinked.
"Need a light?" Jim asked, pulling an oversized lighter that had been tucked into his belt. Drake nodded graciously and quickly stepped over to accept the offered flame. He rolled another cig across the table towards the cowboy before taking a very long drag.
"Oh, congrats on your lordship, Your Lordship." Drake said, giving Victor a single, hardy slap on the back as he abruptly exited the room. The nearly bare smuggler sat down on one of the dusty fainting couches that lined the edges of the throne room. He was about to start summoning a new outfit when he heard a small grunt. Looking to his left, Drake noticed the hunched form of an oddly dressed man who appeared to have a sword sticking out of his leg. Drake paused.
"Oh shit. You're Warren Zimmer." Drake said, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear.
"Oh shit." Drake said, blinking slowly. He waved to Victor and the immense biker dude at the far side of the negotiation.
"Sorry Vickie, didn't know you were in a meeting. Uh, here. Can you give this to His Majesty when he wakes up? It's information and stuff." Drake said, yawning loudly as he walked over to the table and put down a small stack of damp papers. The smuggler was dressed only in a small pair of khaki shorts, which appeared to be too small for him.
"I found a little bandit-cult-enclave thing over by the water treatment plant. I killed them all, but the place got...demolished in the process. I'll fix it tomorrow." Drake said, plucking a small cigarette out of his satchel. He plugged it into his lips and blinked.
"Need a light?" Jim asked, pulling an oversized lighter that had been tucked into his belt. Drake nodded graciously and quickly stepped over to accept the offered flame. He rolled another cig across the table towards the cowboy before taking a very long drag.
"Oh, congrats on your lordship, Your Lordship." Drake said, giving Victor a single, hardy slap on the back as he abruptly exited the room. The nearly bare smuggler sat down on one of the dusty fainting couches that lined the edges of the throne room. He was about to start summoning a new outfit when he heard a small grunt. Looking to his left, Drake noticed the hunched form of an oddly dressed man who appeared to have a sword sticking out of his leg. Drake paused.
"Oh shit. You're Warren Zimmer." Drake said, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear.
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