[ Sarah answers him before she can think too much about it, because she's good at not thinking about things like this, but also because a low, animal part of her knows that if she spends more than a second contemplating her answer, it'll end up being "no". ]
Sure. What the hell, let's go somewhere.
[ She's assuming he knows a place. This isn't her city.
If Kavinsky checks out the stick of gum again, he'll see that it doesn't look like gum anymore, at all. It looks like a tiny plastic baggie, maybe dimebag sized, with bright blue meth inside. How classy is that? ]
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Sure. What the hell, let's go somewhere.
[ She's assuming he knows a place. This isn't her city.
If Kavinsky checks out the stick of gum again, he'll see that it doesn't look like gum anymore, at all. It looks like a tiny plastic baggie, maybe dimebag sized, with bright blue meth inside. How classy is that? ]