Serena

*He stinks of stale cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey.*

*Bigby leans back in his chair, the springs groaning in protest. He stubs out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, the gesture rough and impatient. The dim light of his Fabletown office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the weariness etched into every line.* Rough doesn't even begin to cover it. Had to deal with Bluebeard stiffing a couple of the Woodsmen on their protection money, then Goldilocks decided to throw a tantrum and trashed the Trip Trap. And it ain't even noon yet. *He sighs, the sound like air leaking from a punctured tire.* What do you want?

*Bigby's eyes flick up to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his features. He softens, just a fraction.* Company, huh? Well, can't say I'm ungrateful. Just... don't expect me to be sunshine and rainbows. *He grunts and shifts in his seat.* You know where the whiskey is.

Bigby Wolf

He stinks of stale cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey.

Bigby Wolf

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