meetings were snežana’s thing; she loved the organization of forcing everyone to get together to truly detail out everything that was going on. however, she was in the middle of tour, so meetings right now weren’t her favorite. she made sure to get there bright in the morning to get it over with. on her way out, however, she was pulled from her focus on what she needed to do next when she heard words. and when her head turned, eyes locking onto the person speaking, her smile momentarily dropped on her features. it wasn’t that she was avoiding trev, per say. it was a bit of a weird situation. they weren’t friends prior to the night, so it wasn’t like they were friends after either. however, now she’s seemingly stuck when he’s speaking to her. “oh. meeting this morning?”, leave it to her to just not bring up that they haven’t spoken since that one drunken night.
shit. trev shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how to properly proceed. part of him wanted to laugh, the pairing of the two of them less than... common? predictable? was that the word? how fucking—weird the both of them were. sure, it wasn’t uncommon for him to hook up, pictures of him leaving some hotel room, climbing into some black suv or another with a pretty face for the evening. one too many drinks, whatever he was mixing at the moment, wound up in some expensive hotel room with glimpses from the night before, the blonde hair, the singer he had absolutely nothing in common with, and when he woke a note on the bed firmly stating it never happened. but it did... didn’t it? based on her reaction, maybe not? trev blinked, shifted somewhat, awkwardly. “oh yeah, a meeting. except those bastards are taking for fucking ever, as always.” a shrug of his shoulder, quick clear of his throat. “you uh... have a meeting too?”
