End of second period was typical arrival for Swan, since first period could go fuck itself with a chainsaw and second wasn't too far behind it. Third was skipped when hangovers were too heavy to be dealt with by way of a shot and some coke. Fourth was usually solid. Lunch arrival was Fridays, if they showed at all. He heads for the bathroom, because the morning coke rush was already wearing thin.
It's annoying, not having access to Kavinsky's coke anymore. Shit lasted hours. Sunglasses on inside, he nudges Proko toward the bathroom. "Gotta reup or I'm going to punch that government bitch in the face." He smirks a little, then shoulders his way through the bathroom door, only to stop short, seeing Parrish scrambling on the floor. Sunglasses are pushed up to the top of his head, and he grins, elbowing Proko. "It's like fucking Christmas."
He walks past him, kicking at the pile of shit on the floor, then hops up onto the counter, kicking his legs. "Trash digging through trash. Sight to see. What's wrong, bitch?" He digs into his pocket, holding out a baggie of coke to Proko.
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Date: 2015-04-26 09:23 am (UTC)It's annoying, not having access to Kavinsky's coke anymore. Shit lasted hours. Sunglasses on inside, he nudges Proko toward the bathroom. "Gotta reup or I'm going to punch that government bitch in the face." He smirks a little, then shoulders his way through the bathroom door, only to stop short, seeing Parrish scrambling on the floor. Sunglasses are pushed up to the top of his head, and he grins, elbowing Proko. "It's like fucking Christmas."
He walks past him, kicking at the pile of shit on the floor, then hops up onto the counter, kicking his legs. "Trash digging through trash. Sight to see. What's wrong, bitch?" He digs into his pocket, holding out a baggie of coke to Proko.