[kavinsky's lying on a car despite not having enough meat on his bones to afford a real cushion. the real cushion is pills, and a little bit of cocaine for fun. how the car ended up parked by the pool is a question for someone who is not him, someone who gives a shit about managing one's powers with an element of decorum and proper self-preservation.
he props himself up on an elbow. the car's shiny, immaculate surface is pinching his skin a little, but he finds that it doesn't really bother him, and certainly not enough to steal his attention from the new kid. joshua foley is one weird-looking dude. they don't make them like that in bulgaria, or at least, not outside of stories.]
'Contraband,' [he says.] What are you, a cowboy? [he grins. his smile is like a mouthful of knives.] C'mere. Stand over there. [he points.
no subject
[kavinsky's lying on a car despite not having enough meat on his bones to afford a real cushion. the real cushion is pills, and a little bit of cocaine for fun. how the car ended up parked by the pool is a question for someone who is not him, someone who gives a shit about managing one's powers with an element of decorum and proper self-preservation.
he props himself up on an elbow. the car's shiny, immaculate surface is pinching his skin a little, but he finds that it doesn't really bother him, and certainly not enough to steal his attention from the new kid. joshua foley is one weird-looking dude. they don't make them like that in bulgaria, or at least, not outside of stories.]
'Contraband,' [he says.] What are you, a cowboy? [he grins. his smile is like a mouthful of knives.] C'mere. Stand over there. [he points.
just there, by the headlights.]