Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Why did she insist on coming to him with these things? Trevor took another sip and inwardly cursed Gretchen for not being around. Even if she would have spent most of the time snickering at him she still handled these things better than he did. "That's shite," he said, going for the direct route. "That you don't know. Everyone 'as some bloody clue what they want. Or they at least know when they don't 'ave it. So what is you want?" He took another sip before adding. "'Cause you seem so fuckin' 'appy with things right now."