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🐾 The diner was quiet ---- nearly empty save for a table or two, as it so often was in the lull between the lunch and dinner rushes. Pine colored hues scanned the familiar faces before settling on the pirate, situated in a corner and mindlessly running his fingertips across the smooth metal of his hook. He’d not yet grown accustomed to this world and the myriad forms of entertainment it possessed, and Ruby couldn’t help take pity on him. Without words, Killian Jones conveyed how utterly trapped he felt ---- a sentiment with which Ruby herself could relate.
Peering over her shoulder to ensure her Granny’s eyes weren’t on her, she ducked down and sifted through one of the cabinets behind the counter, pulling out a bottle of their best rum ---- reserved almost exclusively for special occasions, of which there were few. Checking to make sure the coast was clear once more, she grabbed a pair of shot glasses and approached his table, smiling warmly before setting the glasses and bottle on the tabletop.
❝ Look like you could use some. ❞ A pause. ❝ Speak a word of it to Granny and she’ll have both our heads. ❞ One more glance was cast towards the kitchen before she slid into the booth opposite him, opening the bottle and pouring each of them a shot. ❝ I’m guessing no one’s offered to show you all the mind-numbing ways to keep yourself occupied in a small town. Well, besides drinking. ❞ Lifting the shot glass to her lips, she knocked it back easily, humming as the liquid burned its way down her throat. Though Killian had exhibited a heroic spark, most of the town still distrusted him ---- rightly so, she supposed, but Ruby would give him the benefit of the doubt. ❝ I’m guessing by your attire, no one’s offered to get you into more comfortable clothes either. Though, gotta say, the leather is a Look only two of us could pull of successfully. ❞ Though most of those clothes had made their way to the back of her closet.
