"Always trouble."

“Alright, I’m ready. Yeah?”

fcrtunae said: ur single, and im single, ur drinking and im drinking… dont u see something happening here..

He downs more alcohol.

Well, well. Here’s a face he wanted to punch until just recently.

Graves lets the door close behind him with the tinkle of a bell. Rain pounds against the windows, thunder roars overhead yet the bar’s patrons remain undisturbed, fixated on their games and drink. 

Who else to see, wreathed in dim lights and smoke, than his good old… something-or-other? It’s complicated. The sight of that bastard still makes him bristle, but that’s in the past now. Graves decides it’s time to pay him a visit and begins to circle around chairs and tables as he treads his way, Destiny still holstered across his back.

he hears & smells him before he sees him, the sound of heavy foot-steps & heavy breath, burdened with GRUDGES & labor, the scent of GUNPOWDER & cigar smoke carried over the air to that grinning man, a silver serpent dancing through those nimble fingers. he glances under the wide brim of his hat to edge of the tavern walls, watching that familiar bristling man stalking closer to where the cardshark is seated. his free hand fingers the condensation of the cool mug of beer he had been nursing, & once he feels that presence walk close enough he speaks, that drawl low, pleasant despite the tenseness of the situation.