James just picks up his glass, downing the rest of his scotch. His father has set him in a mood, and he really just wants this to be finished. There is a reason all of them avoided William. Nights like this one where he proved just what an awful manipulative bastard he truly is. James has always wondered what his mother, Jacqueline, ever saw in the man. She was warm and kind and everything a mother ought to be.
"I don't think any of them are here to cause an incident. They are here to eat steak and go home," he says, placing his empty glass down. "Are we finished here?"
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Date: 2015-02-14 12:13 am (UTC)"I don't think any of them are here to cause an incident. They are here to eat steak and go home," he says, placing his empty glass down. "Are we finished here?"