Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor took the bottle of water, mostly because it was held out in front of him, and twisted off the top before he proceeded to down it's contents. "You wouldn't have liked anywhere there, Ver," he assured her. "They're all 'Errr' and you're 'Eeeh'," he explained, making the appropriate accompanying facial expressions.
"Yeah, yeah," he leaned back against the couch's throw pillows, making himself nice and comfy before continuing. "Top of the 'ill, on the left. Big 'ol two story with the lil' garden out front. The red one. Come by anytime. If I'm 'ome I'll let you in. Not much food. I 'ad crisps but they're all eaten now."