All In The Past [Harkness|Butch RP]
Harkness sat back in the old chair, one foot balancing on the wall and the other tilting the seat back. He was waiting, as he normally did on bridge duty for that god damn intercom to go. A static voice would echo through the metallic balcony and Harkness would have to go through the usual shit. He squinted, chancing a glance at the other end of the Potomac. No one was there. He smirked enjoying the quiet time. He pulled out his packet of cigarettes from his front pocket, taking the chance that no one would come while he enjoyed this moment. His smirk dropped, as soon as the cigarette was lit and the first puff inhaled, the intercom buzzed. Bastard. Harkness tilted back in the seat pressing the button that transported his voice to the intercom on the other side of the river. “Hello welcome to Rivet City, can I help you ?”