The warmth of the apartment settled a bit of Kavinsky's nerves. He let Lee take his jacket and hang it up, and when Lee took off his shoes, he followed suit with his boots, making sure they were neat and easily accessible for when he had to leave.
He tucked his hands into his back pockets, the weight of them dragging his low-slung jeans down a little bit as he looked around the apartment a little. It was laid out a bit differently than his had been, then Newt's, then Al's or Connor's.
"I'll take some of that tequila, if it's still on offer," he said mildly. "But that's a want, not a need."
The walk had sobered him up a little of the whiskey and tequila. The melancholy was deep in his bones, and he knew he'd be more pleasant company with a couple shots in him. He shifted one of his hands to his front pocket, picking out an old altoids tin and flicking it open to rifle through the pills he had.
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Date: 2016-02-01 09:50 pm (UTC)From:He tucked his hands into his back pockets, the weight of them dragging his low-slung jeans down a little bit as he looked around the apartment a little. It was laid out a bit differently than his had been, then Newt's, then Al's or Connor's.
"I'll take some of that tequila, if it's still on offer," he said mildly. "But that's a want, not a need."
The walk had sobered him up a little of the whiskey and tequila. The melancholy was deep in his bones, and he knew he'd be more pleasant company with a couple shots in him. He shifted one of his hands to his front pocket, picking out an old altoids tin and flicking it open to rifle through the pills he had.