[ The silence stretches on for a bit. Sharkface holds onto his glass and lets it, running his thumb along the edge. More drinks come and then she speaks. Thought the company might be nice.
You liar, he thinks. You fucking liar. She could smile at anyone in the room and pull in a stranger, strike up a conversation. Company is easy to find. His isn't pleasant and Sharkface knows that. Vandii knows it too, now. She's seen him. ]
You can do better.
[ But she's sticking it out, for some reason. Another game. It has to be. He can't imagine it being anything else.
He doesn't reach for a fresh glass. Just watches her, expression flat and tired. ]
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You liar, he thinks. You fucking liar. She could smile at anyone in the room and pull in a stranger, strike up a conversation. Company is easy to find. His isn't pleasant and Sharkface knows that. Vandii knows it too, now. She's seen him. ]
You can do better.
[ But she's sticking it out, for some reason. Another game. It has to be. He can't imagine it being anything else.
He doesn't reach for a fresh glass. Just watches her, expression flat and tired. ]