"First one huh? Not a bad place to be for that kinda thing. Lots of other places got the shit end of the stick. We just get to party." He kind of scoffs, shaking his head as he follows her line of sight to the other groups. He's been there, done that. He was younger once and the booze was always more enticing than anything else. Maybe this year he'll settle for a different kind of party. If only he can figure out what that is.
When she asks what he does, he raises one scarred eyebrow. Is she seriously asking him that? Here? Surely she knows he's not going to give her a straight answer. "Well. Usually I do what gets me the things I need." Booze, cigs, women, men, you know. The usual. He looks back at her, taking a long draw off his cigarette. Something about her makes him think she gets it. Maybe the scars? He's not sure. "Mm, I just do whatever falls in my lap."
When she asks what he does, he raises one scarred eyebrow. Is she seriously asking him that? Here? Surely she knows he's not going to give her a straight answer. "Well. Usually I do what gets me the things I need." Booze, cigs, women, men, you know. The usual. He looks back at her, taking a long draw off his cigarette. Something about her makes him think she gets it. Maybe the scars? He's not sure. "Mm, I just do whatever falls in my lap."
