Glass Cannon
an excerpt

Finding the left outhouse closed, Browen rapped his knuckles on the door frame.

“Reseka?”

“Go away.” came a voice from inside. It was followed by the sounds of aborted retching.

“Need any help?”

“No. I said go away.” The sounds continued. They grew more urgent this time.

“Want me to hold your hair?”

“Screw you. This is all your fault.”

He felt a little insulted, “You’re the one who pulled me into the room.”

“And you’re the one who dispelled my sobriety rune.”

He cracked a smile, “I do have magic fingers.”

“Hmm…I was with you all last night. I can promise you that you don’t.”

The smile melted from Browen’s lips.

“Oh gods, why did you have to dispel that rune? I never would have-”

He could hear her being violently ill and stepped back from the door. He actually felt a little sorry for her. Most of the women out here knew what they were getting into when they started drinking with the mercenaries.

“If it makes you feel any better, I never would have slept with you either.”

“Thanks, that makes me feel loads better……ass.”