[Sibyll is fairly certain she's ruptured something holding in her laughter as she fights to keep her expression even. Men never like it when pretty women laughed directly at them, no matter how drunk or sober they may be.]
...what was that about trouble?
[She can feel the corners of her mouth twitch. In an attempt to keep her mask in place, she takes several gulps of water.]
no subject
...what was that about trouble?
[She can feel the corners of her mouth twitch. In an attempt to keep her mask in place, she takes several gulps of water.]