business
(Of course Sorrel :)
Arlo nearly busted down the door, holding his foot aloft while his arms were filled with bottles. Each one of them with a sort of eccentric design— an orange engraved on the glass. All four held white and orange striped straws— as was usual for the brand.
Arlo gave a smile, calling, “Welcome!”
Of course he was late, but he already acted like he owned the room. Seeing the table surrounded by chairs, he took his seat at the head, passing out the glasses like a bartender would. One to each of the three seats before him, keeping one for himself and taking a swig. The juice never got old. Well… in the sense of time? Of course it did. But for Arlo? Never.
His same smile kept on his face as he looked at the members. “So? What’d I miss?”