Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor's eyebrows lifted noticeably when Natalie addressed him, surprised to find her turning her attention on him. He watched her slink closer to Gretchen and exhaled a plume of smoke slowly. He felt an unfamiliar mixture of emotions rush through him and he spared a second to look back and forth between the woman. Gretchen looked like Christmas had come early and he shifted, taking another long drag. "See. Fuckin' grateful," he said, wondering what the hell was going on.