Clarkie nodded after watching his face for a moment. "No, we shouldn't," he agreed. "Then we'll meet back here in an hour. I'll find us some clothes to change into, hm?" And hopefully, some actual food for himself.
An hour later, Clarkie was waiting at the car they had snagged with a clean(er) shirt for both of them. With his charming disposition, Clarkie had managed to convince the bartender to let him order something to eat with a rather empty promise that he would pay him back eventually.
He could have very well used one or two of the gold coins they had found but he didn't want to take the chance of it being lead back to them somehow. Not yet. Not until they knew what they were working with. It was one of the many unfortunate parts of escaping a kidnapped situation, you really only had the clothes on your back and your wits. But, at least, all thanks to Arthur, he was alive.
"Ready?" He walked over and met Arthur half way, handing him the shirt he had found in the back room of the bar. It wasn't much but it was better than they were working with.
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An hour later, Clarkie was waiting at the car they had snagged with a clean(er) shirt for both of them. With his charming disposition, Clarkie had managed to convince the bartender to let him order something to eat with a rather empty promise that he would pay him back eventually.
He could have very well used one or two of the gold coins they had found but he didn't want to take the chance of it being lead back to them somehow. Not yet. Not until they knew what they were working with. It was one of the many unfortunate parts of escaping a kidnapped situation, you really only had the clothes on your back and your wits. But, at least, all thanks to Arthur, he was alive.
"Ready?" He walked over and met Arthur half way, handing him the shirt he had found in the back room of the bar. It wasn't much but it was better than they were working with.