Call it what it is - played drinking games and slacked off. [ as a distraction. ughhh. he grumbles this, pinching the bridge of his nose. but, it's. fine. you know who is a planner? anxiety mcgee over here. ]

... We started to, at least. Got a few ideas down - day's not over yet, so long as everyone keeps their heads on straight. [ which feels so unlikely based on the sheer amount of curses that have been thrown but it's okay.

the fidgeting gets his attention - his hand drops from his face. ]

Go from there, yeah. Find our way out, get back. [ another sideglance - he knocks his boot against hers, ducking his head to try and catch her face. ] Reeve for your thoughts? What is it?