Re: James, Flynn and Open
Flynn snorted and took a seat on the bench next to James, nursing his drink and nudging the bean bag with the toe of his shoe. "I think it takes one to know one, doesn't it?" he answered jokingly, shaking his head slightly as he lifted the pint to his mouth. There was a mixed soundtrack of music drifting out onto the patio, the crackling of the fire pit, and a low buzz of conversation that all kind of melded together into a pleasant backdrop. "What's in that?" he asked curiously, gesturing with his chin toward the cocktail glass in the warlock's hand.