Trina is usually so quick on the uptake too, but she actually has to check his finger as he reaches out to help her onto the upper part of the boat where he's standing. It's easy to see the shiny gold wedding band is missing from his hand. She's beside herself for a second because this would be quite the scoop. The scoop of the year, hell. Her own fingers itch to reach back into her purse, pull out her phone, and give Dani a heads up. Her head is going to explode when she finds out.
Cabot-Flynn. Done. Less than two weeks after that oh-so-fancy and expensive wedding reception. She, herself, is even bearing witness to the fall out. Will Cabot seen drunk and heart-broken on his boat, calling for lawyers to take his ex-wife for every cent. A little bit of the truth stretched. That's how the gossip worked.
She puts down her purse on the deck's bench and goes over to him. He's drunk, probably rightly, but he looks like he's had enough. "Will, come on, let's sit down for a second," she offers, grabbing his arm and wanting to help him over to the bench, but he's bigger and not really going to move unless he wants.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2014-12-30 07:25 am (UTC)Trina is usually so quick on the uptake too, but she actually has to check his finger as he reaches out to help her onto the upper part of the boat where he's standing. It's easy to see the shiny gold wedding band is missing from his hand. She's beside herself for a second because this would be quite the scoop. The scoop of the year, hell. Her own fingers itch to reach back into her purse, pull out her phone, and give Dani a heads up. Her head is going to explode when she finds out.
Cabot-Flynn. Done. Less than two weeks after that oh-so-fancy and expensive wedding reception. She, herself, is even bearing witness to the fall out. Will Cabot seen drunk and heart-broken on his boat, calling for lawyers to take his ex-wife for every cent. A little bit of the truth stretched. That's how the gossip worked.
She puts down her purse on the deck's bench and goes over to him. He's drunk, probably rightly, but he looks like he's had enough. "Will, come on, let's sit down for a second," she offers, grabbing his arm and wanting to help him over to the bench, but he's bigger and not really going to move unless he wants.