“Ye reckon we can jus’ toss him in the bay?” Him being some poor sod on their way into Corinth’s nightlife who happened to be wearing khaki shorts to go bar hopping. That was enough of an offense to warrant a quick death. They’d have to deal with the body, but for the moment, they’re on a rooftop overlooking the alleyway in which the body lies. It’s incredibly reckless considering Jamie knows Sofia would probably love to take a swipe at him, but he can have one moment of recklessness, he figures he’s allowed that. He takes his eyes off the night sky to look to Nixon. “Feels like a bit of a cope oot. Where’s the artistry?” There’s blood on the fingers that smooth his hair back. Granted, Glasgow had been big enough to just leave poor bastards and it hadn’t been swarming with furies. “Should have had ye come wae me when I had to pick oot eyeballs.” @nixonreynolds
