The rest of the night after dinner had been brutal. Bishop had been in a sour mood that he hadn't even bothered trying to hide (of course), and that had resulted in an even ruder and more jeering persona than usual. It hadn't been a rehearsal - Kodi wouldn't have been allowed to stay if that had been the case - but rather a study into each role.
But God, had it been a study or had it been an interrogation? Jason had sat at the counter next to Bishop as had become the standard, but he had been mute all evening and only cast the director some surreptitious looks every time the man became particularly venomous. He had laid into everyone in equal measures, demanding their thoughts on the nuances of their characters. Made up scenarios, improvised reactions: he had made everyone except Kodi ac
