[It’s less defensive than it would be, sober. He feels a little high; feels like the weight of being Hargrove is featherlight for now.
He watches the coin roll, catch the light then roll again. Eddie Munson has long fingers, he realises. Skinny things decked out in chunky rings, but they move so effortlessly. Good for guitar, he supposes. Good for - well.
He sighs, lolls his head back and tips his chin up and wets his lips.]
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[It’s less defensive than it would be, sober. He feels a little high; feels like the weight of being Hargrove is featherlight for now.
He watches the coin roll, catch the light then roll again. Eddie Munson has long fingers, he realises. Skinny things decked out in chunky rings, but they move so effortlessly. Good for guitar, he supposes. Good for - well.
He sighs, lolls his head back and tips his chin up and wets his lips.]