What to-- [ the audacity of it makes him laugh, stunned. what to do with him? like parrish gets to have some say over him? ] Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere with you.

[ he doesn't even know parrish except in relation to lynch and dick.

he spreads his hands, backing away and sweeping into an unsteady, mocking bow. ] Got shit to do, liquor to drink, guys to fuck. See ya' around, bitch.