That's the plan. But I still want you guys around. I even like being the Magician. Just because I plan on doing other things doesn't mean I won't forget any of you. You're the only friends I've ever had.
[He looks back up after taking another sip of vodka with a small glare. He hasn't let himself think this way since he decided to move into Monmouth, but Kavinsky's new to all of this, still.]
That's part of it, too. I don't want any of your pity. I don't want to be the afterthought or on the fringe of the lives you guys are making because I don't have anyone else. I think that'd be worse than if you guys just all drifted away.
[It's a very strange feeling to be included in the friends thing, but there it was, all out in the open] I don't think any one of us would let you forget us anyway. What are you gonna do at college?
[He rolls his eyes] It's not pity, asshole. I don't do that shit. But whatever, I don't care. Being nice is not my thing.
Political science. Maybe business administration. Something that'll get me to the top.
[He drains the cup and reaches for the bottle.] How else am I supposed to take it? I tell you one of my biggest fears and then you turn around and tell me that I can live in a spare room on the property so I don't feel as left behind. That's pity if I've ever heard it.
Well, Aglionby should set you up pretty nicely for all of that shit. Maybe you can be the mayor of Henrietta one day.
Whatever, man. I didn't mean it that way. It's just weird to think of all you fuckers not being together. This place is cool. Monmouth. With all you guys living here. It's like, a better version of what I used to have, cause you all actually give a shit about each other. You'd do anything for each other, I bet, and that's cool.
[He lets himself think about that, and smiles wistfully. The idea's a nice one, but even that seems so far removed from where he is now that it feels like an ocean's separating him from it.] Maybe, yeah.
We do, but it isn't permanent. We're all only here because there's nowhere else for us. No one else really understands or tries to understand the things we've seen or done or been through. Except Gansey. That's what holds us together, and when all of this is said and done? When we find Glendower, then what?
You'd implement all kinds of boring rules. Except for dick day.
[He furrows his eyebrows, wondering if the others feel this way too] You're all only here because there's nowhere else for you? That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. [he sounds almost offended by this, because then it just sounds like they're all using each other too. In a different way than him and his friends, but still. Using each other for company because there's no other options. He's never seen Adam, Gansey and Ronan like that before. Even the dead kid fits right in here, because they just do that. They fit] You're really fucking stupid if you think that. If you think some old bag of bones is all that's holding you together.
First law would be to prohibit that atrocious hair of yours.
It's not. [He knows it isn't, really, but it's difficult for him sometimes to look at positives.] I'm just...I worry about this kind of stuff, okay? What happens after all of this? Where does that put all of us once we don't have all of this weird in our lives anymore. Even just going back to school and dealing with normal stuff is hard after the summer we just had. That's what everything's going to be like after all of this.
The amount of time you spend talking about my hair, I think you wanna fuck it.
You worry too much about shit you can't even be sure about. You spend so much time worrying about it, that you don't just live in the now. Enjoy your fucking time together and worry about the rest of it when it gets here.
You're so sad all the time. I get it, I do. My dad beat the shit out of me too. It's easy to get stuck in all of it and you're poor as fuck on top of that. But all this shit doesn't have to take over your life. [He grabs the bottle and takes a long sip. This empathy crap makes him want to drink, for sure]
I don't even know how. [Adam surprises himself with that answer, just because it's something that he's known but never said aloud. His moments of spontaneity have always been because of Ronan or Gansey, and now Kavinsky. Everything else has always been meticulously planned ever since he became autonomous enough to do so.]
Then you should do something about yourself, cause you're the only one here who has them. [He flicks at Adam's nose]
That's because you think too much. Just let go of all that god damn worry. Live like you're gonna die tomorrow and nothing you do will matter, cause most of the time it doesn't anyway. Like really, what's gonna happen if you get drunk tonight? Or if you go out there and race a car? How is that gonna lead to a catastrophe?
Well, consider yourself lucky that you're friends with me. You wont get a DUI. It's pretty much impossible around here. They make airbags for crashes. I'm not dead, am I?
Almost this, almost that. You could get hit by a truck on the way to school, or fall in a cave while exploring the forests. We could have gotten killed by some big fucking creature on the side of the road, but we didn't.
[He pauses, knocking back another shot, then hops up and kicks at Adam's leg] Come on. Get up.
[Kavinsky's expression turns to a satisfied one within moments and he grabs Adam's hoodie, tossing it to him, then his own and heads out to the cars] We're gonna do this. Right now. We're gonna race. Just down this street and around. Cars barely come through here, you wont crash into anyone.
We're fine, Parrish. [He's slightly tipsy, sure. Maybe a little high. But he's driven in far, far worse condition] Don't worry, man. We're not betting on your virginity or anything. We're just taking the cars around the block. The Batmobile can handle it.
Get in, loser. Don't be a pussy. [He grabs Adam's shoulders and starts moving him toward the Bentley]
This is so stupid. [But he's pulling out his keys and getting in the car, anyway. This is dumb. The whole situation has Adam off-balance and on edge, but he also has the same jittery feeling as when he won his first and only race, only this time there's no Ronan egging him on to do it. He's here of his own (sort of) free will. He could bail, Kavinsky would call him something not-so-pleasant, and life would go on. But he's starting the car anyway and pulling up to the gates of Monmouth, waiting for Kavinsky.]
Your face is stupid. This'll be fucking fun. [He puts his arms up in success when Adam gets in the car, then he's running off to his, getting in and buckling up. He rolls his window down as he pulls up to the Bentley, sunglasses on, leaning out] I'll go slow. Ease you right into it. Go all the way down the road, then make that right that twists all the way back around, got it?
[When Kavinsky rolls down his window, Adam does the same and listens to the instructions. Kavinsky says the right thing when he tells him he'll ease him into it, and some of the tension leaves Adam's body. He nods when he finishes explaining and pulls out of the lot, turning onto the road and waiting for his companion. When he gets there and both are in place, he does the same thing Ronan had told him to do before. He revs the engine once.
Twice.
Three times and then again in rapid succession.
Slip the finger and insult him to get the blood really pumping.]
Your car's the lamest piece of shit in Henrietta!
[And then he pulls off of the brake, flooring the gas pedal. The thing about Bentleys is that, yes, They're made for luxury. But as more people become wealthy at younger ages, they want more excitement from their vehicles, and the Bentley Continental GT was made exactly with this in mind. Slick, elegant, and enough horse power behind it that even while it's automatic, puts it just on this side of not being a sports car. So Adam tears through the abandoned pavement of Monmouth Street, hitting 60 miles an hour in less than five seconds, his body glued to the seat as it streaks toward the turn that Kavinsky had told him to take.]
[Oddly enough, Kavinsky is good at easing people into things. He's good at teaching. He's always been able to get people to do stuff, no matter what method.
When Adam revs the engine and gives him the finger, Kavinsky laughs, amused] Let me guess. Lynch has been teaching you how to drive.
[Kavinsky snorts at the lame insult, because he knows his car is the best. Even better now that it's his already souped up car, but pulled out of Ronan's dreams. He revs the engine, letting Adam take off in front of him, then he slams his foot on the gas and takes off zero to sixty in three. When he's high, he drives even better. He's officially made this a fact in his head. When he's tipsy, it adds a whole other level of fun. He even lets Adam beat him around the corner, and then he shifts gears and pulls out ahead of him, flying through a number of red lights]
[When Adam sees Kavinsky run through the lights, he nearly slams the brakes and turns around. This is insane. He signed up for a race, not to endanger other people. But Adam's driven these roads extensively at this time of night before, and the logical side of him's already pointing out that there are probably only three cars out on the streets at this time, his and Kavinsky's being two of them, overriding his hesitance. He growls in anger and pushes it further.
He knows there's no way he's going to win this race. Kavinsky's car handles much better at these speeds, but at this point it's more about the adrenaline rush of the whole experience, and he feels giddy as he starts catching up to the red glare of tail lights up ahead.]
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Date: 2014-12-08 07:06 am (UTC)[He looks back up after taking another sip of vodka with a small glare. He hasn't let himself think this way since he decided to move into Monmouth, but Kavinsky's new to all of this, still.]
That's part of it, too. I don't want any of your pity. I don't want to be the afterthought or on the fringe of the lives you guys are making because I don't have anyone else. I think that'd be worse than if you guys just all drifted away.
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Date: 2014-12-08 07:45 pm (UTC)[He rolls his eyes] It's not pity, asshole. I don't do that shit. But whatever, I don't care. Being nice is not my thing.
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Date: 2014-12-08 08:32 pm (UTC)[He drains the cup and reaches for the bottle.] How else am I supposed to take it? I tell you one of my biggest fears and then you turn around and tell me that I can live in a spare room on the property so I don't feel as left behind. That's pity if I've ever heard it.
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Date: 2014-12-08 08:37 pm (UTC)Whatever, man. I didn't mean it that way. It's just weird to think of all you fuckers not being together. This place is cool. Monmouth. With all you guys living here. It's like, a better version of what I used to have, cause you all actually give a shit about each other. You'd do anything for each other, I bet, and that's cool.
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Date: 2014-12-08 09:10 pm (UTC)We do, but it isn't permanent. We're all only here because there's nowhere else for us. No one else really understands or tries to understand the things we've seen or done or been through. Except Gansey. That's what holds us together, and when all of this is said and done? When we find Glendower, then what?
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Date: 2014-12-08 09:23 pm (UTC)[He furrows his eyebrows, wondering if the others feel this way too] You're all only here because there's nowhere else for you? That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. [he sounds almost offended by this, because then it just sounds like they're all using each other too. In a different way than him and his friends, but still. Using each other for company because there's no other options. He's never seen Adam, Gansey and Ronan like that before. Even the dead kid fits right in here, because they just do that. They fit] You're really fucking stupid if you think that. If you think some old bag of bones is all that's holding you together.
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Date: 2014-12-08 10:18 pm (UTC)It's not. [He knows it isn't, really, but it's difficult for him sometimes to look at positives.] I'm just...I worry about this kind of stuff, okay? What happens after all of this? Where does that put all of us once we don't have all of this weird in our lives anymore. Even just going back to school and dealing with normal stuff is hard after the summer we just had. That's what everything's going to be like after all of this.
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Date: 2014-12-08 10:28 pm (UTC)You worry too much about shit you can't even be sure about. You spend so much time worrying about it, that you don't just live in the now. Enjoy your fucking time together and worry about the rest of it when it gets here.
You're so sad all the time. I get it, I do. My dad beat the shit out of me too. It's easy to get stuck in all of it and you're poor as fuck on top of that. But all this shit doesn't have to take over your life. [He grabs the bottle and takes a long sip. This empathy crap makes him want to drink, for sure]
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Date: 2014-12-08 10:43 pm (UTC)I don't even know how. [Adam surprises himself with that answer, just because it's something that he's known but never said aloud. His moments of spontaneity have always been because of Ronan or Gansey, and now Kavinsky. Everything else has always been meticulously planned ever since he became autonomous enough to do so.]
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Date: 2014-12-08 10:53 pm (UTC)That's because you think too much. Just let go of all that god damn worry. Live like you're gonna die tomorrow and nothing you do will matter, cause most of the time it doesn't anyway. Like really, what's gonna happen if you get drunk tonight? Or if you go out there and race a car? How is that gonna lead to a catastrophe?
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Date: 2014-12-08 11:19 pm (UTC)[He pauses, knocking back another shot, then hops up and kicks at Adam's leg] Come on. Get up.
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Date: 2014-12-09 03:02 am (UTC)Get in, loser. Don't be a pussy. [He grabs Adam's shoulders and starts moving him toward the Bentley]
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Date: 2014-12-09 05:14 am (UTC)In which I reveal my love for cars.
Date: 2014-12-09 05:48 am (UTC)Twice.
Three times and then again in rapid succession.
Slip the finger and insult him to get the blood really pumping.]
Your car's the lamest piece of shit in Henrietta!
[And then he pulls off of the brake, flooring the gas pedal. The thing about Bentleys is that, yes, They're made for luxury. But as more people become wealthy at younger ages, they want more excitement from their vehicles, and the Bentley Continental GT was made exactly with this in mind. Slick, elegant, and enough horse power behind it that even while it's automatic, puts it just on this side of not being a sports car. So Adam tears through the abandoned pavement of Monmouth Street, hitting 60 miles an hour in less than five seconds, his body glued to the seat as it streaks toward the turn that Kavinsky had told him to take.]
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Date: 2014-12-09 07:09 am (UTC)When Adam revs the engine and gives him the finger, Kavinsky laughs, amused] Let me guess. Lynch has been teaching you how to drive.
[Kavinsky snorts at the lame insult, because he knows his car is the best. Even better now that it's his already souped up car, but pulled out of Ronan's dreams. He revs the engine, letting Adam take off in front of him, then he slams his foot on the gas and takes off zero to sixty in three. When he's high, he drives even better. He's officially made this a fact in his head. When he's tipsy, it adds a whole other level of fun. He even lets Adam beat him around the corner, and then he shifts gears and pulls out ahead of him, flying through a number of red lights]
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Date: 2014-12-09 07:17 am (UTC)He knows there's no way he's going to win this race. Kavinsky's car handles much better at these speeds, but at this point it's more about the adrenaline rush of the whole experience, and he feels giddy as he starts catching up to the red glare of tail lights up ahead.]
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