Watch my tongue or what? [ he leans in, leering, and taps an unsteady hand against his cheek. ] You gonna' hit me, Parrish? Make it good, I have high standards.

[ he swings one skinny leg, leaning back on a palm again and letting his head roll on his shoulder, following adam's gesture idly and glancing at the rest of the festival around them. ]

What, drink and fuck myself unconscious? Yeah, genius, pretty much.