[Maurice follows the gesture and his brows raise. Oh man, yeah, it would suck to ruin something that looked so nice! This Molly guy must be rich or something!]
[He finishes his drink and reaches for what looks like a crumb of walnut and turns it over in his hand.]
Who d'you think put this out for us? They had'ta know we was commin'?
[No, Maurice, don't think. You'll give yourself an anxiety attack.]
no subject
[He finishes his drink and reaches for what looks like a crumb of walnut and turns it over in his hand.]
Who d'you think put this out for us? They had'ta know we was commin'?
[No, Maurice, don't think. You'll give yourself an anxiety attack.]
Why us?