[ Definitely the cocaine. How it heightens... everything. All Jesse is doing is lying on top of Ronan and still laughing, giggling, the kind of stupid asshole giggle he'd wind up collapsing into back in simpler days when it was just him and his crew - Badger, Skinny Pete, Combo - getting high, being idiots, laughing to the point where they wouldn't even know what they were laughing at anymore. Exactly like now.
Ronan is a such a solid warmth underneath him, too, and so are those hands on his waist, and, man, things like human touch always feels so good when he's riding a coke high. Coke, he suddenly thinks amongst all the idiotic laughter. Ronan has the coke, doesn't he?
Too lazy to be bothered pushing himself up, Jesse renews wrestling with Ronan, this time with a hand reaching down for Ronan's jean's pocket while he's still slumped in a fit of laughter on Ronan's chest. ]
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Ronan is a such a solid warmth underneath him, too, and so are those hands on his waist, and, man, things like human touch always feels so good when he's riding a coke high. Coke, he suddenly thinks amongst all the idiotic laughter. Ronan has the coke, doesn't he?
Too lazy to be bothered pushing himself up, Jesse renews wrestling with Ronan, this time with a hand reaching down for Ronan's jean's pocket while he's still slumped in a fit of laughter on Ronan's chest. ]
Where's the blow, asshole?