Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
A cocky grin spread his face at the mention of a reward and it quickly faded into one of surprise. He watched Gretch reach out and pull the other woman into a kiss with no idea what to do about it. He'd already picked up what the relationship between them was and he was aware that Gretch was with people other than him, he'd just never had it in front of him.
He downed another shot and sucked the last of his cigarette as they broke apart, stabbing it out in the tray with more vigour than was warranted. "That's my fuckin' reward?" He shot, arm going out on it's own to pull her back to him. "That's not a reward. Maybe for 'er," he whined and snogged her soundly without warning, acting on instinct.