george keller. (ex_patrols632) wrote in greyhaven, @ 2012-06-01 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | location: rural grey haven, pc: agatha lawson, pc: george keller |
Who: George and Aggie.
When: Friday afternoon.
Where: The lake.
What: George is crankypants about Silas's dressing-down of the hunters. The solution? Fishing and beer with his best buddy and hunting partner.
Rating: Uhhh. PGish for language on George's end?
George was pissed. He was pissed because, as far as he was concerned, Silas was 100% wrong. It was a normal job. You did need to know the breaking points of your heavy hitters and you did need contingency plans for taking them out. Wasn't that why they were really in Grey Haven, after all? He didn't buy that 'one happy family, we're here but we're only protecting against outsiders' bullshit. No. They were there to protect against invaders and to deal with internal threats that got out of hand. So he'd been sulking. It was stupid and petulant and unproductive, but it was better than outright bitching to Agatha, who'd had her own scolding to bear. He'd been quiet and cranky for hours, until he just couldn't take being indoors any longer, and then he'd gone to find Aggie. Maybe she'd hit the lake with him. He wasn't sure what game there was to be had, but damn it, he could fish. He could fish and he could share the last six-pack of beer he was likely to be able to buy for a while. Being outdoors helped. George was slow to sip the beer, enjoying each can as if it were his last. "You know," he began, "if it weren't for the Haze and the locals, I could like it here." |