Evander Lancaster took another drag of his cigarette, his handsome face leaning closer to the center of the poker table, and instinctively, Nicholas Croft and Felix Shaw also leaned in. This proved that men, when they start gossiping, are no better than women.
"There was this one time I saw Beatrice Hargrave, she..." Evander said in a deliberately lowered voice.
"Who's talking behind my back?" With a loud thud, the door was pushed open with force. It was Beatrice Hargrave; her voice came before she stepped in, standing at the door, puffing her cheeks out, showing her displeasure all over her face.
The atmosphere became a bit awkward. The three men who were huddled together instinctively backed away and sat down, unsure of what to say, when they saw Titus Zane and Nathan Moore walk in.
The scene was too exaggerated, almost eye-wateringly so.
