"Anywhere you want, sweetheart," He rubs his hand over Ronan's head, pulling him closer, as if that would warm him up any. He hopes it does, a little. "We can do whatever you want."
Of course he has pills. Joseph Kavinsky, the junkie, he always has pills. He kisses Ronan's head and digs into his pocket, pulling out a baggie of assorted pills. "Got this, got some coke, but you probably don't want that right now." He pulls out four dream pills. "How about these. These'll mellow you out, make you feel good." He pops two, holding the other two out for Ronan.
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Date: 2015-03-23 01:15 am (UTC)Of course he has pills. Joseph Kavinsky, the junkie, he always has pills. He kisses Ronan's head and digs into his pocket, pulling out a baggie of assorted pills. "Got this, got some coke, but you probably don't want that right now." He pulls out four dream pills. "How about these. These'll mellow you out, make you feel good." He pops two, holding the other two out for Ronan.