Alex almost rolled his eyes as Sebastian constantly placated his wife. The longer this went on, the more he started to feel sick in his stomach. The only thing that distracted him was watching Sarah as she moved around, flaunting herself in a sexy dress and low top. He could see her cleavage quite clearly, and he wondered if that was on purpose. If the woman really wanted the attention, real attention, something clearly she wasn’t getting enough from Sebastian. He thanked her, and took a sip of the wine. This was good stuff. He needed to remember the brand, to grab another bottle on the way home.  He then proceeded to dig into the rest of the food on the plate, of which he had eaten faster than expected from being so famished.<br/><br/>He had listened to Sebastian go on and on, and he had almost felt sorry for him. Did he really think his wife was faithful to him? The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Sebastian either knew, or had formed some illusion in his mind to escape the reality of what was really going on under his nose. He didn’t make any comments yet. He just listened, as watched as the two interacted. Even Sarah didn’t take her husband's compliments too kindly, it was too much, over done, obviously over compensating for some failure one way or the other.<br/><br/>Alexander finished the food, and placed his fork and knife neatly on the side, before taking the napkin to wipe his mouth. He adjusted himself and took a deep breath. His attention turned towards Sebastian, before finally speaking.<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">You know, you almost had him fooled Sebastian. I was impressed for a moment. Up on until the moment I opened the door, and I saw that you were still the little pathetic dweeb you were in highschool. Has your voice even broke yet? Still as whiny and nasal, as it was in highschool. How do people even stand listening to you? And now I’m just sitting here, just listening to you drone on and on, trying to puff yourself up, and pander to your wife.’ </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">He waved his hand around the room. </span>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">who you clearly don’t know. If she is so satisfied, Sebastian. Then why is she sleeping with other men? “</span>He chuckled, and then looked at Sarah for a moment, and then back to Sebastian. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">She told me, and I have proof. “</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">He took his phone, and waved it</span>. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">This whole thing is just a charade, liess.. So why don’t we all really be adults, and be honest with ourselves, and be who we truly are. And for you Sebastian that has always been, always over in over your head, thinking of your swimming but you are so far below the water. You're being fucked with, and it’s the funny thing, it’s not even me, it’s your own wife… Truth is, I don’t even blame her, no one deserves someone as pathetic as you for a husband.</span>” He let out a sigh, and took up a glass of wine, happy to get all that off his chest, before leaning back to watch the illusion crumble.