The thing about a man buying you a drink out of nowhere is that he's one of three things: a friend (or a fan, if you're the infamous Blackbeard), real generous, or about to fuck up your whole day.
Ed peers at the man like he's working out which one it is. Big guy, kinda scowly. That's just how some people's faces are, so he's not gonna hold it against him. A little weird he's not saying anything, but Ed can work with that. He's good with personalities. The Revenge always had some real personalities.
Anyway, it takes him, like, a second to decide before he accepts the drink. This whole situation feels like a fucking fever dream. What's the worst that can happen? He swears he's back in the Gravy Boat except this time, he's got company.
The point is, his entire week's been fucked.
"Cheers, mate." He lifts his mug. Answer? No answer. Granted, he doesn't give the other man much time to fill the half second of dead air before barrelling onwards. "Strong, silent type. Love it. Not quite my thing, but I like the energy. You from around here?"
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Ed peers at the man like he's working out which one it is. Big guy, kinda scowly. That's just how some people's faces are, so he's not gonna hold it against him. A little weird he's not saying anything, but Ed can work with that. He's good with personalities. The Revenge always had some real personalities.
Anyway, it takes him, like, a second to decide before he accepts the drink. This whole situation feels like a fucking fever dream. What's the worst that can happen? He swears he's back in the Gravy Boat except this time, he's got company.
The point is, his entire week's been fucked.
"Cheers, mate." He lifts his mug. Answer? No answer. Granted, he doesn't give the other man much time to fill the half second of dead air before barrelling onwards. "Strong, silent type. Love it. Not quite my thing, but I like the energy. You from around here?"