Re: Indemnity
The door opened. Morgan’s head poked in. He scanned the room. Lochlan’s back. Some bish. His shorts. Bingo. “Don’ mind me,” he muttered around his cigarette. Not one to cock-block, Morgan made a quick trip to reclaim his shorts from Lochlan (thanks Lorna, the snitch). His head snakes back around and led his body toward the door from where he was semi-crouched. “No glove, no love, boyo,” he said, cigarette bouncing between his grinning teeth. The door shut again. When the fuck did Lochlan have time to sneak a groupie in? Christ he was a menace. A damned hero, though.