Kavinsky's connections with his friends have been shaky since he got together with Ronan and moved into Monmouth. It isn't often they hang out together like this anymore, so when they do, they go all out. This time though, the rain keeps them inside, because while Kavinsky has little fear of things, or so he says, dying is not on the list anymore and racing in this weather would be suicide.
But that still leaves a whole lot of shit he doesn't get to do in Monmouth, like rails off coke off Swan's dining room table, popping some pills that Jiang got a hold of, and whatever drinking games they can come up with, so they don't get bored.
Kavinsky is about to suggest starting a bonfire on Swan's mother's shitty floral couch when his cell phone goes off. Normally he'd ignore it, but that's Ronan's ringtone and he'd never ignore a call from Ronan. He climbs over Prokopenko, who is sprawled out on the floor, and grabs at his phone, answering it.
He doesn't even get a word in before Ronan's panicked voice comes through, something about someone being dead. He can barely hear, and he shoves his way over to the stereo to turn it down, "Gansey? He's... what?" Kavinsky doesn't think he heard right, and when Ronan gets it all out, Kavinsky is stiff, his heart racing more than it already has been. He blinks, rubbing at his forehead, trying to clear his head and he really wishes he just went home with Ronan and Adam today instead of coming here to get high. "Where are you? Fuck! I'll be there. Just give me..." He doesn't even know what time it is, or where they could be. "Give me your location. Ronan, I'll be there. Just hang on, I'm coming. Tell me where to meet you."
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Date: 2015-03-19 04:17 am (UTC)But that still leaves a whole lot of shit he doesn't get to do in Monmouth, like rails off coke off Swan's dining room table, popping some pills that Jiang got a hold of, and whatever drinking games they can come up with, so they don't get bored.
Kavinsky is about to suggest starting a bonfire on Swan's mother's shitty floral couch when his cell phone goes off. Normally he'd ignore it, but that's Ronan's ringtone and he'd never ignore a call from Ronan. He climbs over Prokopenko, who is sprawled out on the floor, and grabs at his phone, answering it.
He doesn't even get a word in before Ronan's panicked voice comes through, something about someone being dead. He can barely hear, and he shoves his way over to the stereo to turn it down, "Gansey? He's... what?" Kavinsky doesn't think he heard right, and when Ronan gets it all out, Kavinsky is stiff, his heart racing more than it already has been. He blinks, rubbing at his forehead, trying to clear his head and he really wishes he just went home with Ronan and Adam today instead of coming here to get high. "Where are you? Fuck! I'll be there. Just give me..." He doesn't even know what time it is, or where they could be. "Give me your location. Ronan, I'll be there. Just hang on, I'm coming. Tell me where to meet you."