[ Kavinsky sounds like a fucking Milkovich. Lip considers that and stores it away for whenever he sees Ian next. But saying it aloud would be a waste; Todd's out and Kavinsky's not from South Side. The name won't spark any recognition, just like Lip's quiet scoff can't be followed by, I'm a Gallagher. After months spent on campus, Lip had thought that particular disconnect would get easier to weather, but apparently he'd been wrong.
Lip exhales a stream of smoke, momentarily fogging the window, before he shoots a glance over at Kavinsky and Todd. Kavinsky's instincts aren't wrong; Lip would take relaxation. Even the comedown doesn't sound all that unappealing. If he's asleep, it's less time considering what a mess he's made of his life. ]
At least someone in here's having a good time.
[ Which is the offer on the table, though Lip still can't pin down exactly what Kavinsky's getting out of it. He stubs out his cigarette on teh windowsill, relishing the smear of ash before he rounds the bed to dig his toes into Todd's ribs and nudge him out of the way. ]
You don't have to worry about my constitution, [ Lip dismisses, crumpling gracelessly down to the tile floor. ] Lay it out.
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Lip exhales a stream of smoke, momentarily fogging the window, before he shoots a glance over at Kavinsky and Todd. Kavinsky's instincts aren't wrong; Lip would take relaxation. Even the comedown doesn't sound all that unappealing. If he's asleep, it's less time considering what a mess he's made of his life. ]
At least someone in here's having a good time.
[ Which is the offer on the table, though Lip still can't pin down exactly what Kavinsky's getting out of it. He stubs out his cigarette on teh windowsill, relishing the smear of ash before he rounds the bed to dig his toes into Todd's ribs and nudge him out of the way. ]
You don't have to worry about my constitution, [ Lip dismisses, crumpling gracelessly down to the tile floor. ] Lay it out.
[ It's a bad decision. But Lip was due another. ]