Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Oh, fuck you," Trevor waved off Gretchen, rolling his eyes at her. He had half a mind to just get up and go back to the office, leave them both to entertain and/or fend for themselves. Luckily for them the bartender set down another glass of whiskey, Trev could manage to put up with them for another few minutes.