[Jack lifts one heavy eyebrow, tilting his head to give Rhys a skeptical look.]
Look at me. I'm in my pajamas. Do I look like a guy who's the least bit inclined to make you friggin dinner right now? Cuz I'm not. This is why ya gotta call ahead. Not to mention that you showing up just cuz you need something? Not cool, Rhys.
[He retrieves his smoldering joint from the ashtray on his side table, inhaling deeply to emphasize his point. He's relaxing. He's off the clock. He's not sending one of his guards to go murder Rhys a snack, especially when he's the one who'd have to prepare it.]
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[Jack lifts one heavy eyebrow, tilting his head to give Rhys a skeptical look.]
Look at me. I'm in my pajamas. Do I look like a guy who's the least bit inclined to make you friggin dinner right now? Cuz I'm not. This is why ya gotta call ahead. Not to mention that you showing up just cuz you need something? Not cool, Rhys.
[He retrieves his smoldering joint from the ashtray on his side table, inhaling deeply to emphasize his point. He's relaxing. He's off the clock. He's not sending one of his guards to go murder Rhys a snack, especially when he's the one who'd have to prepare it.]