Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"We work together," he said gruffly, he could just imagine Gretchen's thoughts at all this. "The fuck does it matter to you?" He knocked back the last of his whiskey and pushed the glass forcefully, sending it across the table for whenever the lazy bartender came round. "And we fuck. We work and we fuck, s'what you wanted to 'ear?"