Trevor had lost his grin when Marcus answered "<span style="font-weight: bold">Are you alright you look a bit, pale... are you sick or something, afraid of something?</span>"Trevor silently cursed himself,was he truly that easy to read? Marcus continued speaking, the causing Trevor's fear to turn to dread with every word he spoke."<span style="font-weight: bold">Would you like to come with me for a drink, Sylvan and the others will take care of your car I promise...</span>" Trevor could tell that he had no choice in the matter, he cast away the guise of a fool. His lips were locked in a straight line, his eyes,while they showed fear, they also showed something almost like determination. "A drink? well what are we waiting for?" Though the words he spoke were tame in nature, his tone carried a weight with it.