“Wanna piece of advice?” “From you? Probably not. But please feel free.” “You should stop by Wax’s room before you go,” Wayne said, trailing out toward the door, “and pinch some of his rum.” “The rum you just pocketed?” Wayne hesitated, then took the rum out of his pocket. “Ah, mate. Sorry. Tough for you.” He shook his head. Poor fellow. He pulled the door closed behind him, took a pull on the rum, and continued on his way down the stairs and out of the mansion.
