He waves an arm vaguely in the direction of the nightstand, and by some miracle, hits upon his fags. It's obviously his night. Now if someone would chuck a bucket of water over him and bring him a whiskey, he'd be completely happy.
But even without those last two, he's pretty damn chuffed. A good night's work, he reckons. Then a thought occurs to him as he lights up, and he chuckles.
'Reckon I'm gonna get my revenge in the mornin'. For when you laughed at me when I got off the horse the first day.'
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He waves an arm vaguely in the direction of the nightstand, and by some miracle, hits upon his fags. It's obviously his night. Now if someone would chuck a bucket of water over him and bring him a whiskey, he'd be completely happy.
But even without those last two, he's pretty damn chuffed. A good night's work, he reckons. Then a thought occurs to him as he lights up, and he chuckles.
'Reckon I'm gonna get my revenge in the mornin'. For when you laughed at me when I got off the horse the first day.'
Not that he'll laugh for real.
Probably.