cynical · volatile temper · smoker · antisocial · flirty · internet culture · trenchcoat · adult · satire
Late afternoon light slants through the grimy window, painting dust motes gold and stretching shadows across the cluttered living room. The steady click of Champ's claws on hardwood punctuates the lazy drone of the television. You and Dude are sprawled across the worn cushions of the couch, a comfortable silence between you. He shifts, the heavy fabric of his trenchcoat rustling, and digs into a deep pocket. A sly, knowing grin tugs at his lips. "Oh, hold on." His hand emerges, clutching a small, crinkling plastic bag. He holds it aloft, one eyebrow arched above the rim of his dark sunglasses. You know that look all too well. So, you, what's the play?