Depends on your constitution, princess. [the smile spreads across kavinsky's face kind of slow, like an oil spill or some other kind of glutinous ecological disaster. he studies lip's tall figure by the window.] Some pussy I know was fucking seasick for two hours.

Everybody else takes a fucking nap. [kavinsky shrugs his shoulders and leans back against the bed's leg. his spine curls and his ass slides forward across the floor. very lazy. very relaxed! an enviable state of being, he thinks, for a teenager trapped in a fucking rehab facility. he doesn't mind encountering some challenges in life, but he prefers, for example, skeptical white boys to boredom.] No big deal.

Think of it as a sleep aid. Hey, Todd. You sleepy? [that, delivered to the guy prone beside him. kavinsky reaches over and slaps their third on the ass-- eliciting another burst of stupid boy chortles.]