eyesintheshadows:

+ dear-kidd

“For the last time, I’m not a bartender. I swear if you order me to get you a beer, I’m going to knock your lights out—oh.” Joe turned, having glanced over his shoulder at the intruder as he hunted around behind the bar for a moderately clean glass, coming forward and leaning on the counter. “Something you need?”

_{“Aye, but yer not a bartender.” A small smirk hinted on his lips, resting his arm on the counter. James had come to the tavern, seeking whispers about hidden maps and their locations, possibly a cadaver or two.}