atowncalledtreffy

[Trevor knows how to play cards, but this he keeps quiet because he's that kind of asshole]

Sounds like fun. Thank you, Lark.

[So sweet and nice]

Try to stay out of trouble down here.

[He pushes back away from the cell, gives him a mock-salute, and heads back up to the upper decks.]

Ha. Fuck off.

[He calls, friendly, and goes to sit down on his bunk. First half hour of a week's imprisonment; done. Only about 300 more to go]