[He tries the napkin dabbing trick that Fenris did and ow, fuck, that stings. Screw that nonsense. He's just gonna put a bunch of unsullied napkins on his hand and call it a day.
He does take a drink before Fenris swipes the bottle back, which immediately starts him coughing. Alcohol isn't really his vice.]
I'm very persuasive. That's how I'd fly under the radar back home. I'd leave little notes and shit around the crime scene to confuse the cops, get them to lose evidence, whatever. If they still managed to track me down, I could just be like, sorry, wrong guy! They'd buy it no problem.
[He pauses to steal the bottle again so he can take another drink. There's weed around here somewhere and he'll find it eventually, but this substitute is readily available. May as well.]
My magic's on the fritz down here, but back home I could do damn near anything with it. I convinced someone I was Betty White once. I could talk my targets into doing all kinds of sick shit to themselves—like this fingernail shit! I'm gonna use that.
[Hey hi they never really got into the details of Harlan and his "murder" sin, but he's forgotten exactly what Fenris knows and doesn't know. May as well just make assumptions.]
Oh, and did you know I'm legally an active federal agent for the DEA? I got the badge and everything. I figured if Elvis could pull it off, why not me?
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He does take a drink before Fenris swipes the bottle back, which immediately starts him coughing. Alcohol isn't really his vice.]
I'm very persuasive. That's how I'd fly under the radar back home. I'd leave little notes and shit around the crime scene to confuse the cops, get them to lose evidence, whatever. If they still managed to track me down, I could just be like, sorry, wrong guy! They'd buy it no problem.
[He pauses to steal the bottle again so he can take another drink. There's weed around here somewhere and he'll find it eventually, but this substitute is readily available. May as well.]
My magic's on the fritz down here, but back home I could do damn near anything with it. I convinced someone I was Betty White once. I could talk my targets into doing all kinds of sick shit to themselves—like this fingernail shit! I'm gonna use that.
[Hey hi they never really got into the details of Harlan and his "murder" sin, but he's forgotten exactly what Fenris knows and doesn't know. May as well just make assumptions.]
Oh, and did you know I'm legally an active federal agent for the DEA? I got the badge and everything. I figured if Elvis could pull it off, why not me?