❝Don't start being dramatic,❞ she spat without even looking up from her planner. ❝If you think I'm doing all of this by myself, then you're mental. This takes equal effort, so you're going to be doing more than just following orders. We gotta workshop these ideas.❞ Her tone comes off as snippy, probably due to being the only remotely sober one in the room. She hadn't been drinking as much as the others since wine was never her first choice, yet upon hearing other available options that Andrew named, she was suddenly becoming very thirsty. Mahogany eyes peer up at the leaning tower of curls beside her. ❝And you say this now? That could've been nice to know earlier. You're killin' me, Andrew,❞ she scoffed with a roll of the eyes as she set the booklet down on the table before her. ❝Where's all this at? I desperately need a drink.❞