Re: James, Flynn and Open
"Someone's always doing something on purpose," James said, leaning around himself to set the drink on a plank. "I never got anything good for free. Know what I mean?" Which was a perfect lead-in to the bomb Flynn dropped on the conversation. Well, it would have been a bomb, James thought, if it wasn't so obvious in hindsight. He chuckled under his breath and rubbed his palms together while he counted a mental tally. "It's, uh, it's actually a commemorative coin she slips you during the handshake. She must've dropped yours. Man. She could do a lot of damage with eight people," he mused. James looked out into the darkness behind Lucky's. There was a low hill and then miles and miles of nothing to the west. "Just trust me on this. If she offers you an express ticket to Hell, don't take it."