[kavinsky shrugs his skinny shoulders, and manages somehow to look disinterested in all this.] Cuz I wanna do a line before you do a line before I blow you.
[he doesn't spell it out. he doesn't think he has to. television in his time, in jesse's time, is rife with images of people doing lines of the stomachs of hot girls. if you watch the right kind of television, anyway. and why not jesse, who's passably good-looking, has a belly that's flat enough to suffice, obviously (!!!) did some shit with ronan, and appears motivated in the interest of acquiring drugs.]
Or not blow you. I mean whatever.
[but then kavinsky pulls an eight-ball out from behind the television, where it had fit snugly in the unlikely space. safekeeping, in case ronan got too many funny ideas. safe, at least, until j decides to clean him out in a couple weeks time. beautifully white inside the plastic.]
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[he doesn't spell it out. he doesn't think he has to. television in his time, in jesse's time, is rife with images of people doing lines of the stomachs of hot girls. if you watch the right kind of television, anyway. and why not jesse, who's passably good-looking, has a belly that's flat enough to suffice, obviously (!!!) did some shit with ronan, and appears motivated in the interest of acquiring drugs.]
Or not blow you. I mean whatever.
[but then kavinsky pulls an eight-ball out from behind the television, where it had fit snugly in the unlikely space. safekeeping, in case ronan got too many funny ideas. safe, at least, until j decides to clean him out in a couple weeks time. beautifully white inside the plastic.]