Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20180328164853/@comment-34052734-20180617012839

Gotcha

Mark tossed his bag down onto the bed in his room, dragging his hands down his face. He spoke to himself, as usual. “You had your one shot today, buddy. One chance. And you made a fool out of yourself! God! I’m such an idiot-“

Danielle was with Winter, whistling lowly. Or attempting. She didn’t know how to whistle. Instead, she chuckled softly. “Too bad he messed up. I thought that talk at lunch today was some true entertainment.” She elbowed her friend lightly.