Hanna flops down once he's stepped down into it, giving Arthur a look.
"What the fuck, dude. Do you still have it? Who the hell buys a singular bottle of anything for a million dollars?" And here he was, unable to justify grabbing a cup of coffee on the way to work after an all-nighter ghost hunt despite desperately needing it. Rich people fucking sucked sometimes, he swears. "At least there's that, I guess."
Re: Late Jan
"What the fuck, dude. Do you still have it? Who the hell buys a singular bottle of anything for a million dollars?" And here he was, unable to justify grabbing a cup of coffee on the way to work after an all-nighter ghost hunt despite desperately needing it. Rich people fucking sucked sometimes, he swears. "At least there's that, I guess."