Re: Main Dining Room
That last bit actually had him smiling again, albeit sheepishly. “The thing is –“ he broke off for a minute, taking a swig of his drink so that he would have something distracting to occupy his hands and mouth in the interest of not doing or saying something stupid for at least a few seconds. When he’d drained the glass and could feel the alcohol warming his stomach like the bottom of an iron heating up, he went on – and the words came easier, helped along by the Hatter’s magic imbued in his mask.
“The thing is, she’s probably right,” he admitted, rubbing one hand against the back of his neck. He didn’t stop to wonder why he was feeling so particularly chatty tonight, simply chalking it up to the cocktails. “On any given day, I’m more or less guaranteed to be working. Multiple jobs don’t leave a whole lot of time for a personal life. Or maybe they do, and I’m just terrible at having a personal life.”
He risked a glance at the other again, and suddenly the conversation felt too one-sided. “So what about you? Why are you here?”