[ he kisses the air at the comment. honestly, what the fuck did parrish expect? he's not going to be trapped here sober. he's got too many things to not think about, not let himself dwell on.

he shakes the beer off his hands and finally pushes himself up and to his feet, loose-limbed and lazy as he hauls himself up to sit on the table instead. he pushes his sunglasses back up his nose as he does, hiding his eyes behind the dark lenses once more. ]

Depends on who you're with, trailer trash, [ he points out nearly cheerfully. ] Had to fuckin' stumble over you to notice you, didn't I? And there's that little bitch with the fucked up clothes-- [ he snaps his fingers a few times as if trying to remember her name, but even if he cared, his mind is swimming too much to hunt it down. ] Whatever, man.