He's there, opening the door for her. ”Come upstairs. Demi Lovato wrote a song after this meeting of ours, it's called Heart Attack, because that's what you gave me. We'll drink to that.”

”I like to assume that you're old enough to both drink and take responsibilities for your actions. Also please avoid saying the D word in front of me again. It makes me feel sick in my stomach.” Once upstairs, a tiny glass of vodka is offered to her. ”Were you given a name?”

”I feel attacked, somehow. Cheers.” Tony took a sip out of the bottle he was already downing before Ruby quite literally crashed his party. ”So ...how is he? As a, you know, as a father I mean.” — He then asked, breaking any chance of an awkward silence forming in that moment.

Sleeping on the desk, chapter XCIX.

He's eating donuts. Do not disturb.

There's honey on them— Means they're too good to share. Apologies.

Bad kitty. Shoo. Shoo.

NO— It was the last one. He has been eyeing that particular donut the whole time. He was looking forward to eating it. And now it's gone. He will have his revenge. Oh he will.

Ok but just a goddamn bite. The tiniest bite she's capable of-

|very| carefully gets a donut next to her mouth. The tension here is making Hitchcock look stupid.

She's so cruel. Also he doesn't care, he has a lot more in his kitchen. This is also why he's never having kids. Ever.