Chapter 132: [The Hangover] Release
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Ross didn't say anything else.
He just leaned back in the plush theater seat, eyes half-lidded, arms crossed. He says nothing, just breathes in the stale popcorn scent of the theater.
Stephen. Sr. sat two chairs over, legs stretched out like he owned the row.
The room is still filling - a slow drift of patrons whispering and sidestepping down the aisles with crinkling bags of snacks like they're sneaking in contraband.
Without looking over, Stephan speaks, voice low.
"You know. I used to think Regal would just burn out. One of those kids who talks a lot, makes one loud film, then disappears."
Ross doesn't move. Doesn't even blink. Just lets the corner of his mouth twitch in irritation. "If you are gonna talk nonsense, pick another seat." He says.
A pause.
"For a brat you were sure wouldn't last, you sure did back him like hell."
Stephan glanced sideways. "I backed him out of curiosity not confidence."
Ross finally turns, just enough to glance at him. "Same same...."