[ Oh god, does that look good. Even though he puked, like, an hour ago (was it that long? he doesn't even know.), Rhys is starved. He first picks up the glass and drains it about halfway, before picking up his eggs and starting to pick at them. It's kind of hard at first, since the eggs keep sliding around and he's too goddamn drunk to eat them the right way.
Eventually he just stabs his toast in the yolks, and eats that way.
Jack sits nearby with his own plate (weird, he's never seen his boss actually eat!), turning up the tv enough to where it just makes white noise. Jack's threat comes through loud and clear, but he finds himself giggling about it instead of actually feeling like he's in trouble. Handsome Jack, renting a house. Funny!
His head lolls back on the couch as the channels flip on. The news, something else Rhys doesn't really care about. He blinks slowly. ] God, these programs suck. [ He'll say that loud enough for Jack to hear before stabbing back into his eggs. ]
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Eventually he just stabs his toast in the yolks, and eats that way.
Jack sits nearby with his own plate (weird, he's never seen his boss actually eat!), turning up the tv enough to where it just makes white noise. Jack's threat comes through loud and clear, but he finds himself giggling about it instead of actually feeling like he's in trouble. Handsome Jack, renting a house. Funny!
His head lolls back on the couch as the channels flip on. The news, something else Rhys doesn't really care about. He blinks slowly. ] God, these programs suck. [ He'll say that loud enough for Jack to hear before stabbing back into his eggs. ]