WHO: Rocket & Harley WHERE: The Black Mare. WHAT: Rocket meets a new frenemy! RATING PG. STATUS: Private; just started.
Loss, be it over money, liquor, weapons, or something else— Rocket was used to it, in a way. There was one situation he wasn’t entirely prepared for, and that was losing a friend. He hadn’t seen Gretel for some time; a few days’ absence wasn’t a sign of trouble, or disaster. Rocket hadn’t gone in search of the Humie, and yet… there eventually came a point where he knew she wasn’t coming back. He was fully aware of this town’s unusual background, to put it one way, but when someone goes missing? Why, and how would they come back?
It wasn’t something he wanted to think about for long; naturally, this meant another trip to one of the pubs. This time, he chose The Black Mare. It couldn’t be much different from all the others; the only differences that he would welcome, is an abundance of alcohol. His memory wasn’t the best, but he knew for a fact that the supply of food and drink in Hobb’s End has been lower than usual/ Was that a positive sign; should he be currently be raiding a pub for everything he could get his paws on? Probably not, but if anything was wrong with the mood, then surely someone would have been found dead by now.
Currently, Rocket had his arms full of packaged food. He’d picked a few that could only be meat: chicken, to be exact, packaged with something called ‘bread’. The taste wasn’t the best, as if he could afford to be choosy in this fucking town. Rocket carried the sandwich boxes over to the front door, where he made a small tower out of said packages before he disappeared back inside the pub. He wasn’t interested in staying here for long; it was better to collect what he could and bring it back to his home.
Besides, it wasn’t as though he’d be fighting anyone over this food. While there were a few unfamiliar scents here, none of them made him think twice about his plan.