brett and moira

Who: Brett and Moira
Where: Rock Bottom
When: PM

Brett was less than impressed - not that that was a particularly huge change of mood for him or anything, but having been up all night with one of the Jade Lotus outfits waiting for a shipment to come in, it felt like he'd hardly crawled back into bed before some bastard had been hammering at the door telling him that 'Mr O'Malley needed his ass down at Rock Botoom to help out'. As if they didn't have enough people who could have done that crap and left him to get some actual shut eye.

And so it was that the Brett that turned up at the bar was an even more dishevelled, crumpled, moody-looking man than normal. He'd dragged last night's clothes back on again, even though they were still damp from the spray off the water overnight, and he hadn't shaved, which made that three days worth of stubble and counting. He ran a hand over the scruff as he looked around, trying to figure out who was in charge of the damn place, so he could figure out what he was needed to do, do it, and fuck off home again.