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The two returned that evening to their homes to seek the warmth of the their quaint rooms and become dry, and then gain the more-than needed rest that had been fatiguing their bodies for weeks now. The next day, in the late morning, Gillen and Jarvis met at a small eatery that served cold sandwiches. Each of them ordered one for their early lunch, and then picked a spot at one of the half dozen wooden tables and benches on the sidewalk to eat.
“So,” Jarvis said as he took his seat. “I have thought. I’ve thought quite a bit actually.”
“As I have I,” Gillen said as he swallowed a bite of his lunch. “A plentiful amount into the late hours too. Nearly all the night.”
“I didn’t have a single idea come to mind,” Jarvis said with an air of defeat in his downcast tone.
“Nor did I,” Gillen said with a sigh; bland expression withheld that of the vaguely, bleak hint within his pale cheeks, and his yellowish eyes looked around the scene for guidance, or another scheme to come to his head.
“Hellooo!” Cornelius shouted as he pounded his hands down on top of their table, sending their sandwiches flying. “What are you doing here?” He asked with a slur.
“Cornelius, are you drunk? You reek of alcohol!” Gillen said with great agitation, observing the man with great dispute. “How is it possible that you are drunk by this hour of the day, an early hour mind you!”
Cornelius stared back with a clouded expression.
“I don’t know,” he said laconically and with a shrug. “I don’t know,” he repeated with a laugh.
Gillen and Jarvis both stared at the man, and after a moment he finally smiled sheepishly and shrugged yet a again.
“What can I say?”
“Aren’t you worried about your job? Are you worried at all?” Jarvis asked.
“I’ll open my own business!” He said with a drunken laugh. “I have enough money to do so if I chose. I still have the large sum of money that I picked up from the bank,” he said casually.
“Cornelius!” Jarvis screamed, causing Cornelius to jump from startling him. “That’s a brilliant idea.”
“What? Getting more liquor?”
“No, opening our own business. With our money put together, surely we’ll have enough to buy a vacant building and purchase the first couple of shipments containing what we’ll be using!”
“Jarvis, lad!” Gillen cried with glee. “But that is a fantastic idea, lad.”
“Yes, I would have to conquer that it is,” Cornelius said as he scratched the back of his head, “but I believe I shall favor the grand idea of purchasing…more liquor?”
Jarvis shook his head and Gillen laughed.
“Cornelius, might I inquire you as to where you bestowed the money?” Gillen asked.
The man shrugged his great shoulders.
Jarvis slapped his hand to his own forehead with a bit of frustration brooding.
“Well then, I suppose the only thing that we can do now,” Gillen said with a raised fist, “is finding it.”