Cigar 003 [Audio]
[There's the quiet scrape of something familiar, a soft sound, dull. Consistent if not exactly repetitive. Anyone familiar with bars may recognize it as glass on wood. Anyone very familiar might even pick up on the stick that says the drinker's been in his seat for some time.]
No box to blame this one on, I guess.
Least they're together.
[And the feed turns off. Sully isn't looking for commiseration-- he just needed to get it off his chest. The rest he's obviously content to drown.]
No box to blame this one on, I guess.
Least they're together.
[And the feed turns off. Sully isn't looking for commiseration-- he just needed to get it off his chest. The rest he's obviously content to drown.]