The Universe's Mixer

Sweeney was enjoying life in the only way he knew how. With a flask of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were other things that would make his life even better, but those were things he didn't have access to. Not at present and not in the recent past either. So he was satisfied with what he had.

His hair was clean, his clothes were clean, he was doing well with having a place to live -no matter that he had enjoyed the vagabond lifestyle before being pulled into this City. He'd even momentarily given up on his quest for the missing coin that the pirate had. Hell, not even the foul-tempered Djinn could remove the smile from his face.

( Everything was alright with the world at the moment, from his opinion. )