"Never struck ya for the underground type, but I think it's a better look on ya." No sponsors, no make-up artists, no flashy bullshirt. Just a song in a dingy bar.
He slides a beer over to Robin, tipping his hat before taking a sip of his own. She deserved it. "Fudgin' good show. Liked it better than yer last set I saw. An' liked it a heckuvah lot more than the stuff I see projected all over the galaxy."
"Must be all that bein' outta the thumb of that clock-stuckin' Family." He doubted it would be a surprise for a desperado like him to take issue with the Family and all it represented.
"Well, cheers to that."
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