chardismastic: (028.)
ʀᴀғᴇ "ɴᴏᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ" ᴀᴅʟᴇʀ ([personal profile] chardismastic) wrote in [community profile] entranceway 2016-08-24 02:18 am (UTC)

Of course you don't. [ A huff of laughter that knows so much more than it's letting on. ] That presumes that you think at all before agreeing to a job.

[ Save me, Nate, a drug dealer wants to kill me after he broke me out of prison. Seriously, what a line and yet Nate managed to fall for it hook, line, and sinker. And that's just the latest — what else could explain the fact that for all the stories, all the supposed glory, what did Nate have at the end of the day? Sullivan and his likely prescription for Viagra, Fisher and her puff pieces for whatever rag hired her out, and whatever garbage had sunk in the ass-end of the Mississippi. All of his so-called triumphs and he was still nothing, went nowhere... Well. Except for in front of the muzzle of Rafe's pistol.

Compared to the ending Nate wrote for himself, Rafe would hardly worry about the quality of stories going around.
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