[maybe sharon shuts the door to the break room with more force than necessary and maybe she plops a manila folder onto the table, but, hey, she's not the one with the hangover here. sliding into a chair across from bobbi;] alright... spill.
[light fingers flip open the folder and through its pages, a brow cocked as eyes skimmed over its content.]
no subject
[light fingers flip open the folder and through its pages, a brow cocked as eyes skimmed over its content.]