The beer beside him was sweating, curving a ring of wetness on the stone below them. He looked down at it, as if he had forgotten, and took a long draw from the bottle. A breath fell heavy from his lips when he was done.
"...he won't be leaving that brig alive." Kirk said very quietly, too quietly for a human to hear.
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Date: 2009-08-16 03:01 am (UTC)"...he won't be leaving that brig alive." Kirk said very quietly, too quietly for a human to hear.