Sweeney drapes a casually affectionate arm across Greta's shoulders, one of the few people here he's comfortable touching in a manner that's not remotely sexual or violent, and he cocks his head a little, grinning at the woman who walks over to join them.
Anne Bonny. He wonders if she has the slightest fucking idea who she is.
"Ain't had the pleasure yet," he tells Greta, looking right back at Anne as she sizes him up, finds himself grinning down at her when she has to tip her head up to see out from under the hat. "Most people call me that, but I guess you can pick and choose if you'd like, darlin'. Mad Sweeney, Sweeney, Lugh, Suibhne. Up t'you, really."
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Sweeney drapes a casually affectionate arm across Greta's shoulders, one of the few people here he's comfortable touching in a manner that's not remotely sexual or violent, and he cocks his head a little, grinning at the woman who walks over to join them.
Anne Bonny. He wonders if she has the slightest fucking idea who she is.
"Ain't had the pleasure yet," he tells Greta, looking right back at Anne as she sizes him up, finds himself grinning down at her when she has to tip her head up to see out from under the hat. "Most people call me that, but I guess you can pick and choose if you'd like, darlin'. Mad Sweeney, Sweeney, Lugh, Suibhne. Up t'you, really."