"There's a man who's going to be needing his stomach pumped in an hour or so." James remarked as Jack attacked the bar. Shrugging, he listened to Carmen, before turning to her in mock outrage and offence.
"Hey now! I'll have you know that I've never once taken up a supernatural object without thought!" "I treat all my supernatural objects with the utmost care and respect!" Chuckling, he finished his drink and put it aside.
"Speaking of which, I just realised that for all the maintenance I've done on my rifle and pistol since I came here, I've just left the P90 gathering dust in the locker. I should probably clean it. At the least, I should lay off the drink for a bit. Try not to pick a fight with Long John Silver before you find out if his sword can banish you to Hell or something, and when this guy here inevitably passes out, roll him on his side so he doesn't choke on his own vomit. Talk to you in a bit." With that, Jamess got up and edged around Jack, before leaving the room.
OOC: Heading off for the night.