sip sip.

[gallowsbait]

Here's the thing, whatever Greyjay is accused of doing, he sure as sugar did not do it. That's what's so galling, really. If he'd been caught by some collection of half-wits over his own mistake, that would be embarrassing, but well deserved.

Instead? He's been trussed up and tossed down a set of storm doors and into a root cellar. Chuckles and the rest of his boys have promised to deal with him tomorrow when his boss(???????) gets there. Of course, he doesn't have a boss, they have the wrong man, and this is going to get very messy, very fast unless he can find a way out of this miserable, too dark, unfinished basement.

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[unwillingdevil]

"Oh, I am merely a wanderer in search of a good meal," Lestat answers smoothly. It's not entirely a lie, and that amuses him enough to quirk a smile. "It's dark enough down here that I thought I'd simply have to wait here until I could fetch something."

"But then, instead, you arrived here."

[gallowsbait]

"...right." Well, that's somewhat troubling. Greyjay would've preferred a nice, straight-forward answer about why someone else is in the cellar, but it looks as if fortune isn't about to smile for him.

What else is new.

"You interested in trying to get outta here?"

[unwillingdevil]

"Oh, I should be able to get out of here without too much trouble," he says mildly, glancing back into the darkness of the cellar. "The wooden boards are rotting. And my hands are not bound."

"Unlike yours," he adds, his gaze fixing all-too-intently on the other man.