Point taken. One won't hurt in the long run, anyway. As he's bringing it up and taking a slow drink, he answers with a neutral hum and then a nod after swallowing. "Nothin'. Being good."
It's unclear what version of good he's going by, because the shit he's been up to is definitely not in line with the standard definition.
He glances back over his shoulder at the previous car. There's a woman in there with a freshly stained outfit and a whole lot of attitude over it. He doesn't want to be around whenever she figures out what happened. "C'mere, let's go this way," is all the warning he gives Party before hooking a couple fingers in to one of his belt loops and pulling him further away from the witches.
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It's unclear what version of good he's going by, because the shit he's been up to is definitely not in line with the standard definition.
He glances back over his shoulder at the previous car. There's a woman in there with a freshly stained outfit and a whole lot of attitude over it. He doesn't want to be around whenever she figures out what happened. "C'mere, let's go this way," is all the warning he gives Party before hooking a couple fingers in to one of his belt loops and pulling him further away from the witches.