LAZIEST LOG OF MY LIFE. Cobra, Harper, Moze? Semi-open, ask if you want in!

[deusexmechanic]

Harper had doubted that there would ever come a day when he'd be coming into the pub with his inmate willingly accompanying him, but apparently they'd finally reached at least a temporary end to the hostilities between them.

So there they were, heading into the pub side by side like... well, not necessarily friends, but like drinking buddies, which was nearly as good as being real friends.

"Beer okay with you, Rex?"

Harper inquired.