[ sharpe's already there. he's staked a claim on a booth. there he sits with a glass and a bottle of brandy -- his uniform jacket all a-mussed because he'd long ago sold off his silver buttons to sokka for a sword commission.
but when he notices the navy blue, he lifts a bare few fingers in beckoning the man over. ]
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but when he notices the navy blue, he lifts a bare few fingers in beckoning the man over. ]