"You're a dick," Neal whined, and he wanted the fucking tequila - but had to make do with grapes and truffles. And okay, so he really didn't think Jas was a dick, only sometimes, and he just felt like being ornery again because maybe it was amusing.
He ate another grape but by means of tossing it into his mouth, a flip in the air before it landed smoothly. "So basically you're saying you're in desperate need for real fun." Roger, message received loud and clear, and he continued in his ornery way, "Hey, I work at a ranch, I get dirty all the time...like literally dirty, I smell like nature by the end of the day." Or animals, whatever - but Eau du Nature sounded better. Then he tossed a grape at Jas, aiming for the mouth. If he could catch it, Neal would be impressed.