[archer was not tailing harding and honestly? has not thought about him since that christmas... whatever it was. party? no, can't call it that. gathering. cult gathering. that feels right. he fully had not expected to see the police chief again until-- well, he's not sure, actually. he's been too busy getting blackout drunk (mood, bro) to actually start planning on how to deal with any of this.
that was lucky, archer thinks as he buys his own coffee and recognises harding, even for me. i think.
he unceremoniously flops down into the opposite seat, purposefully angling his cane under the table so it'll get in the way if harding wants to get up (that one's just out of spite) and takes his own flask out to pour in his coffee.]
blue moon diner! let harding eat one meal in peace 2k21
that was lucky, archer thinks as he buys his own coffee and recognises harding, even for me. i think.
he unceremoniously flops down into the opposite seat, purposefully angling his cane under the table so it'll get in the way if harding wants to get up (that one's just out of spite) and takes his own flask out to pour in his coffee.]
Speak, asshole.