Michael looked at Sam and then eyed up the beaten up couch. Well. Whatever. He was in hick time, he had to embrace it. He took a phone charger that looked like it worked and plugged it into the nearest socket. "A water is fine, thank you." He didn't really day-drinker unless it was good quality liquor and he never really was a beer guy.

Dropping on his couch, he smiled at Bobby before picking up his charging phone and opening up whatsapp so he could send a message to Gabriel.

He opted to hiss/whisper, not wanting to talk too loud when he was here of all places and around teenagers. "Now listen here, you useless bag of puss. Pick up the damn phone and confirm you're taking him because I have a job and a life. You work for me, moron! If you keep ignoring me, I will demote you so hard, you'll be a damn janitor!"

He pulled his thumb off the record and dropped his phone by him on the couch, raising his hand to rub over his eyes. This was not a good day.