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[flynn-eugene]

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[flynn-eugene]

Busted | Open Thread

Hey... A little help here?

[flynn-eugene]

Night at the Inn | Open

Keeping a home was near impossible for a wanted criminal, but a thief had to have somewhere to stash their goods and the occasional extra pair of clothes. Flynn had arrangements with a few shady inns around Corona, rooms that were his whenever he asked for them and chests to hide away his things if he bought enough liquor to pay them off.

He was lying in one of his inn rooms that night, sprawled out on the narrow mattress. The room was small, sparsely furnished and smelled vaguely of cat pee, but it was the first real bed he'd slept in for weeks and it felt heavenly. He was just drifting off to sleep, pictures of the lavish palace he'd sleep in one day dancing through his head, when a knock at the door made him open his eyes.

"If that's you, Corrida, I've already paid you double what I promised!" he shouted at the door, assuming the inn's noisy bar mistress had come to bother him again.

The voice that answered wasn't Corrida's nasally, grating bark, though.