Inside a private booth at Twilight Heart, the air had turned thick and unruly, filled with bursts of laughter, the occasional soft giggle, and every so often the sharp crash of a table being struck or a chair kicked aside, followed by an abrupt and almost unnatural silence.
Even though Flynn was across the street at The Headless Tavern, he had effectively dragged Chad and Amy into the chaos with him. Every exchange, every shift in tone, every jab and counter was being relayed in real time through messages, written with exaggerated flair that made the entire situation feel even more dramatic than it already was. Barely five minutes into the meeting, his erratic swings between playful and cutting had already thrown Misty Rain completely off balance. She could not get a read on him, and the initiative had slipped firmly into his hands.
