Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"In your dreams," Trev rolled his eyes and took one more swig from the bottle before he recapped it, looking around unsteadily before he noticed the bag beside him and remembered why Gretch had gone out in the first place.
Digging out two take away containers, Trev grabbed a fork and started wolfing down his noodles. "You were...I don't know, do I? Doing something. Away," he gestured vaguely, his words muffled by the mouthful of food. "And she's easy, " he explained with a shrug. "Not complicated. Wasn't, anyway."