Outside of Pickwick Tailors, Vienda, Late Afternoon
He did his best to shield the damp cigarette from more of the rain. Sunner had gotten soaked as it was on the walk up to the shop, but he didn't mind that too much, and the walk up gave him time to think about his own work. Matty had (barely) managed to convince him to cut down on drinking so much life-giving booze in order to afford more parts for the engine he was building, which was coming together at a glacial pace, but still, he was slowly accumulating parts while making sure the tub they had bought was going to be even remotely seaworthy in the first place, before he tried to put an engine in it.
For now, he had given up on the engine, there were a few more pressing issues with some of the current steering system that needed to be fixed, and that was proving to be a slight challenge even for Sunner, with all of his alcohol-drowned knowledge of mechanical instruments.
He shifted against the wall he was leaning on, loitering like some common thug, looking probably like he was casing somewhere to rob. Sunner took another drag from his damp cigarette, eyes half-focused on a nearby puddle. He needed to find something he could use as a driveshaft, and the sheer length of metal he would need was occupying his mind currently. Sure, he could probably weld together two pieces, but the fewer failure points it had, the better it would turn out in the end, and the fewer failures it had, the more he could say he-told-you-so to Matty when all was said and done. He was pretty sure a few of the scrapyards would have what he needed, but it wouldn't be cheap, which meant... even less booze.
Sunner sighed, this was just awful, how was he supposed to survive with so little alcohol? Was there no merciful god available to him? He tossed his half-smoked and still damp cigarette into the puddle he'd been staring into, glaring at it, as if the puddle and the rain were the cause of all the problems he had in his life at that moment. He scratched his neck, did it always take this long for Matty to get off work? He couldn't remember, not that it mattered. Maybe he should have left a little later than normal...
He was out of matches, so smoking another cigarette wasn't going to happen, and besides, he was likely to drop it in the puddles again anyhow. Sunner shifted, leaning against the wall, doing his best to shelter from the rain under a bit of an overhang. He picked at a bit of stuck-on grease on his hand, head now empty of any useful thoughts while he waited for Matty to appear out of the doors of the shop.