Bill shrugged. “As long as we get paid at the end of the day, it’s fine by me.”
“…” I would prefer he did not know that I was meant to say that to myself. “…Of course.”
“Though I would like to get to drink this wine…” Bill eyed the glass. “All this talking is making me thirsty.”
I smirk “Yes. It must feel rather tantalizing.”
Bill sighed. “Don’t rub it in.”
I give an overly conspicuous look of delight.
Richard walks over to him and places his wine glass infont of his other wine glass “Enjoy”
he lumbers back to his seat, pulling out a flask and taking a few sips
“Ah, hits the spot”
Bill glanced at the glass, then back at Voice. A single bead of sweat began to drip from his brow.
Mira glanced at Bill and smirked a bit. She was enjoying his dicomfort.
“Yeah. I heard this vintage is to die for. Can’t wait until we get to try it.”
Maria Andersson looks frightened.
Bill closed his eyes. “Don’t think about the wine,” he said to himself. “It’s not there.”
“That’s right. Give your wine to Bill.”
“I did nothing to deserve this,” Bill sniffed. “Nothing at all.”
I continue to stare nonchalantly to the front of the room.
(@youbutworse @geyde @hazardwaste ishmael is waiting for the very specific action of sitting down)
(did not realize lmao)
Lexi takes one of the wine glasses from an unoccupied desk to a desk away from the others, and then sits down at that desk.
“O…oh i dont sit… i cant really be still.”
does that
takes the wine glass admistered to him and places it next to the two wine glasses infront of Bill
Bill cracked open a eyelid, then quickly closed it.
“Please hurry,” he said to Voice. “I may be a model of self-control right now, but I have my limits.”
Mira was really enjoying Bill’s discomfort right now too.