Prospecting
That’s a loaded question and Bishop has a feeling that Teagan knows it. He might not be acting on how he feels, but he knows she can’t be oblivious to the sparks that seem to fly between them whenever they’re in the same space. If she was any other woman he’d answer her frankly, telling her he wasn’t interested in having anything to drink. But she’s not, so he holds his tongue on that and instead nods towards the Whiskey.
“I’ll have a glass of that,” Bishop is more of a moonshine guy, after all it literally ran through his veins. But he’ll drink the whiskey and appreciate the gesture of sharing. After all, they all knew eventually supplies would run out and then moonshine would likely be all they had to drink, and even that wouldn’t be infinite.
Moving through the small space, he lowered himself down to sit at the table in Teagan’s trailer, long legs kicked out into the walkway because there wasn’t space under the table for them, not really. “So tell me, how’re things really going with the whole prospecting business?”