[Murdoc has entrusted Dolores into the hands of his first mate Dirk for the moment. So now he's leaning lazily over the side of his ship with a nicely aged bottle of rum practically hanging from his hand. What does he care if he drops it? This ship is almost 80% alcohol related cargo.
When he sees Rhys (hell if he knows who he is right now) approach, he props his chin up on one hand and leers down at her.]
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When he sees Rhys (hell if he knows who he is right now) approach, he props his chin up on one hand and leers down at her.]
What've we got here?