Most people might not have noticed, but Jag knew fire inside and out. There was none, and then there was the cherry of the cigarette, without an in-between flame to make it happen. His frown deepened as he looked at the other bloke. "You're like me."
The bartender insisted he move on, and Jag glared back at him before taking a few steps down the street.
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Date: 2016-01-26 03:22 pm (UTC)The bartender insisted he move on, and Jag glared back at him before taking a few steps down the street.