"Of course I think you've got it in you to kill me."
What a ridiculous question. He dismisses it with a wave of the hand holding his ever-present cigarette, obviously not bothered by it. Most of his friends -- or at least, the people he calls friends, which is a short roster, and not often something he calls people to their faces -- have the potential to kill him, and he them. Really, how can a friendship be a true one if there isn't the potential for great bodily harm or death?
"You want to make the most of it here?"
He looks around, suspicious again. The bar's all very good and well, but he's got no idea what half of those substances are likely to do, and he wonders, for a moment, if it's a wise idea to use them in public.
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What a ridiculous question. He dismisses it with a wave of the hand holding his ever-present cigarette, obviously not bothered by it. Most of his friends -- or at least, the people he calls friends, which is a short roster, and not often something he calls people to their faces -- have the potential to kill him, and he them. Really, how can a friendship be a true one if there isn't the potential for great bodily harm or death?
"You want to make the most of it here?"
He looks around, suspicious again. The bar's all very good and well, but he's got no idea what half of those substances are likely to do, and he wonders, for a moment, if it's a wise idea to use them in public.