Re: Main Auction Room: Emerson and Piper
Emerson didn't move from his position, relaxed near the back with his feet still up. Inwardly, he was mildly annoyed. That was a fucking high bid, even if he hadn't listened to what she was going for. Now some asshat in a fancy suit was trying to outbid him. Emerson refused to believe that this was some sort of karmic retribution.
"2500," he countered, everything about his posture still seeming relaxed even though he had the slightest of annoyed frowns on his face. Stupid, yuppie werewolves.