Callon was not one for abnegation, especially when it applied to whiskey and medieval weaponry.
“You plan the best dates,” Jaen said. She grinned a tight, dark smile and ran a finger over the sharpened point of a crossbow bolt lying on the table.
“What, no words of caution? No demands to think and sober up first?” He grinned. “No attempts to handcuff me again?”
Jaen handed him the bolt. “Nobody puts Baby in a corner.”
“You’re hoping Sirius puts a bullet in my chest, aren’t you.”
“You’ve got a strong core. You’ll live. More importantly, you’ll provide a distraction.”
(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: abnegate, core, whiskey)
