"i’m already in too deep."
Prompt
Gallagher laughs, left guessing on bounty troubles the ranger tonight. By the syrups in Boothill's second glass, he assumes it is nothing small enough to fit on priced parchment. "Never too deep to swim. You're resourceful, aint'cha? You'll find a find a way to walk with the tide." In between the time of simulated midnight and dawn comes a quiet, an achievement for children and a night gone wrong for anyone still awake to watch the sky light in real time. It's a time much too sad for drinking, even for those that glorify their dedication to a deep cup. Softly, the jukebox plays, adding a tinge of teal and pink and the golden glow of dimmed bar lights. "And if you don't think so, maybe a friend could pull you up."