“But you’re a Healer,” he insisted, giving a slight eye-roll to the jab at his salary; his base earnings alone were more than generous, and lumping in the income stream from endorsements, interviews and other various things that Roger found unnecessary, he lived very comfortably. This comfort translated in becoming accustom to eating and drinking well. “and your job is far more important than chasing a leather ball around a pitch. ” Bringing down two wine glasses, Roger uncorked the bottle and poured the pale golden liquid.
Jack strutted to the couch with an air of content confidence. He slipped under the couch and his golden eyes glinted in the indirect lighting. “Besides, you would have made a fantastic pro-player, and you know it.” Roger said, now picking up the two glasses of wine and walking back to Mandy. “Cheers.”