[ Wesley's about to reply, his brows furrowed at the mention of torture but the bartender gets to them right then and pushes two beers in front of them. Wesley hands him his card to be charged without a word, just muttering a quick: Thanks, when he gets the card back.
He climbs onto the stool then, turning towards Murphy. ] Tortured? That's fucked up. [ Wesley's not unfamiliar to pain but that was his choice to be repeatedly beaten. It was ... training. Yeah. ] Who the fuck tortured you and for what reason?
[ He waves a hand at the question. ] The same old, Duplicity. You know, sometimes it's shock collars, sometimes ghost pirates.
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Date: 2020-09-17 10:50 pm (UTC)He climbs onto the stool then, turning towards Murphy. ] Tortured? That's fucked up. [ Wesley's not unfamiliar to pain but that was his choice to be repeatedly beaten. It was ... training. Yeah. ] Who the fuck tortured you and for what reason?
[ He waves a hand at the question. ] The same old, Duplicity. You know, sometimes it's shock collars, sometimes ghost pirates.