#cbdeclan

“You know,” he began, sliding into the seat next to the taller Anderson as a smile played at his lips. “Not eating for a few days really threw off my daily routine. Couldn’t hit the gym properly because I didn’t have my usual protein shake. All of the food I portioned and put in the fridge went bad. Shame,” he sighed, leaning against the bar as his usual was slid his way. "You owe me a drink, Hamilton.”

“You look awful,” Roman quipped as he leaned against the doorframe, a smug grin adorning his face. “Like, really. Have you even attempted to shave even a little bit since he left? Hairier than me when I change. Did someone finally file for a divorce after your little stunt?”