Fifteen hundred? A measly additional one hundred? Why even bother Regina. Why. Even. Bother.

And right now, there's nothing that would please Alexander more than wiping that smile off her face.

"Seventeen hundred," he says, not even looking at the stage anymore as he stares her down from across the room. Alex waves a hand and an attendant runs over. He hands him his drink.

"Bring me another." He's about to leave when Alex puts a hand on his arm. "And send one over there. To the ever dashing Regina Franklin."

You want to play Regina? Let's fucking play.