"Chinese again?" Ryan mumbled under his breath.
Imma ditch this rice first chance I get. "Your big Russian friend is skipping dinner again?" Jillian asked Micah. "Why doesn't he ever eat here?"
"Aaaahhh... um, he eats... um... later." Micah grinned.
"Yeah, like, way later." Ryan added.
"Good evening." Ivan took his seat at the head of the table. Well, he considers it the head, it's a square table.
"So, anything interesting happen today?" Ivan filled his glass with his usual red-tinted liquor.
Jillian quipped, "Not much, Frosty. Ya know, you'd find out yourself if you didn't sleep all day."
"Carpe noctum, that iz the motto for me!"
"That's my motto, Ivan. You're supposed to say that's my motto."
"Whatever." Ivan replied.