× [ James "Jamie" Kelly // Quinn's Posse. ] × ↳ "I know he's a'ight, but it's jus' gettin' late..." Maddie frowns, glancing across towards her fellow gang member; uncertain of what would be the appropriate response to his worry. Taking a sip from her warm cup of tea, Maddie gives a little exhale at the sensation of the hot liquid filling her cold body, and allows a small smile to tug at her lips. "Let's get'cha a cuppa, hey? Ain't gonna do nobody no favours by worryin' yerself sick, lovely." She'd finally tell her dark-haired companion, pushing herself away from the damp tree that she'd been sheltering under, with a little shrug. Despite the unforgiving anxiety that continued to bubble inside of his stomach—Jamie would be offering a smile, and nodding his head in agreement to the idea of tea. "Tha' sounds nice, really." Jamie would admit, as he scratched at the back of his neck, and tugged his soaked hat down a little firmer on his head. "Maybe Winters will bring back some more whiskey." He'd add teasingly, as the two friends started towards the nearest campfire; huddling together closely, in an attempt to fight off the unforgiving gusts of wind, which continued to blow icy rain into their faces. Grimacing, Jamie spared a final glance to the abyss that surrounded their camp; praying that Winters had found some shelter; tonight was going to be a nasty, miserable night on all fronts—Jamie knew.













