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[sexualtourettes]

It was like something out of a really bad after school special, only Coop was fairly certain that they were both way too old to ever be featured in one of those. Being nearly thirty, however, apparently did not stop the tiny little voices of his mothers in his ears from chiming in. He hadn't even done anything and they still somehow managed to

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[noneoftherules]

Tonight, Sadie gravitated toward the rec room quickly, the worst combination of bored and annoyed. She wasn't masochistic enough to try her hand at the book shelf - she'd heard horror stories - but there was a TV, there were video games, and although she hated to accept that this was her new definition of fun, she wasn't feeling desperate enough to brave the strip club just yet.

One glance at the exchange going on in here and her jaw dropped, though her lips were slowly curving into a grin (equal parts amusement and disbelief). "You can't be serious."

[thegreat_ashby]

"Why not?" Lew asked, evening out the lines carefully. It was a wonder anyone was shocked by anything when they all lived on magical dino island. "I'm serious as a heart attack," he said, sparing a glance and cocky smirk for the boyscout before shifting his gaze to the newcomer.

[noneoftherules]

"I'm sure you are," Sadie smirked, an eyebrow raised. She crossed and uncrossed her arms, finally letting them fall to her hips, and edged closer to where he sat, watching over his shoulder. "Here I was thinking supplies were vastly limited on this island - recreational or otherwise. Where did you get it?"

[thegreat_ashby]

"Knew a guy who had a boat. Guy disappeared, boat didn't, found a decent sized stash of the stuff on-board." It sort of just went to prove that you never really knew a person till they up and vanish into thin air and you went through their shit. Lew had always taken Michael for the kind of guy who kept on the straight and narrow, only to find two bricks of coke he'd been hoarding. Sure, none of it had been touched as far as he could tell, but that wasn't the point.

[vvdanicavv]

Without Asher anywhere to be seen, Danica faced a lot less hassle when she walked right up to Lew and surveyed the table. The guy couldn't have had better timing if he'd tried.

"Yessss," she dragged out the word, pressed her tongue against her front teeth, and held out a hand for the dollar. "Care to share?"

Before she'd even taken a breath, she whirled around to point a finger at Fitch. "And don't you say a fucking word. In about ten seconds this'll be the only thing keeping me from detaching your head from your shoulders. You just stick to figuring out how to fix your fuckup on my arm." With that she turned back to the coke, the white lining on an otherwise stormy cloud.

[thegreat_ashby]

Lew watched in mild amusement as Coop's eyes bugged and he did his best to pull his neck down into his shoulders. It was sort of impressive when they guy didn't make so much as a peep after that. "He's well trained," Lew commented, commending Danica on a job well done and forking over the rolled up bill.

"I don't think you're supposed to use fear, though. Treats and positive verbal reinforcement are the way to go."

[vvdanicavv]

"Who's a good boy?" Danica indulged, patting Lew on the head as she took the dollar. "Is that how it goes?" She wasn't exactly in the business of treats or positive anythings.

Selecting her line, she leaned over and sniffed most of it in one go, bracing her free hand on the table and straightening up. Her head tipped back, eyes shut, feeling a much-needed rush.

"Or am I supposed to treat you too?" she checked, wrinkling the tip of her nose when she reopened her eyes.

[thegreat_ashby]

Lew moved out from beneath the path of her hand just as soon as he realized what was coming. "How about we stick to one public offense at a time for right now? I'll accept a rain check on the treat."

[speakscanadian]

It wasn't Ashby who would be needing medical attention any time soon if Ray's rocketing blood pressure was anything to go by.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" To Ray, there was no such thing as 'nonexistent laws', and Lew was brazenly breaking a big goddamn possession one right there in front of him.

[thegreat_ashby]

"Making a cake." Lew answered, not bothering to take the question seriously or to even look up from what he was doing. The tone of voice made it clear that Ray knew exactly what he was doing. Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. That was how that went, right?

[speakscanadian]

"Are you kidding me with this?" Since Lew didn't seem to be about to make a run for it - or even deny it or try to hide it - Ray figured he was safe without cuffs for now. "There are children around, Ashby, and unless you got a thing for baking powder, that," he pointed emphatically at the lines of coke, "is illegal!"

[thegreat_ashby]

"I'm not about to offer any to a passing toddler." Irresponsible and a horrible influence, yes, but even he had his limits. "And if you're going to enforce the law then at least make sure you know what those laws are first. Queers aren't allowed to marry in most states back home, but that's okay here, too. Unless you've altered the rules yourself and if that's the case you should probably go take care of them first. I'll still be here when you get back."

[colbert_bump]

Stephen walked in, nodded in greeting to Coop, who looked...disturbed. If Stephen cared more, he'd ask why.

He flopped onto the couch, sighed heavily, and then stared at Lew. And it wasn't that Stephen wasn't aware of what Lew was doing, it was just that he was tired and bored and wasn't thinking about it too much when he said, "Would powered sugar hurt if you did that?"

[thegreat_ashby]

"No... but raw sugar doesn't feel too nice." He'd found that one out the hard way. "Larger grains. I don't recommend it."

[colbert_bump]

Stephen nodded slowly. "Are you an addict?" he asked suddenly, his tone more like a curious child's than a concerned adult.

[thegreat_ashby]

"I can function with no problems without it, so no?" It was better than the typical 'I can quit if I want to' response expected from an addict. "I don't think so anyway. I'm sure there are plenty of people who'd disagree." But none of those people were there, so their fucking opinions didn't matter too much.

[fatalpride]

Annabeth comes to the rec room almost exclusively for books, having no interest in television other than historical documentaries and none at all when it came to video games. The bookshelf is a hit and miss, sometimes giving her the requested volumes and sometimes rebelling. If today is one of those days she has other plans - to build a loom or finally finish the design of a hut she'd been working on.

Today there are a few people in the rec room, but that's not new. It's what they're doing that causes her to stop in her tracks and wrinkle her nose.

"Kids come here to play video games, you know."

[thegreat_ashby]

Lew looked up, then around the room to make sure he was the one being addressed. "Okay... What's stopping you?" He asked, assuming she was including herself in the statement.

"They got Pac-Man?" Lew wondered out loud. If it wasn't Pac-Man then it wasn't really worth playing anyway.

[fatalpride]

"And you're doing drugs here. In a place where kids regularly come." she uses extra sarcasm to drive the point home, crossing her arms across her chest in obviously disapproval. Honestly, Annabeth's view of adults was slightly screwed. Most of the ones she'd met so far had been completely irresponsible.

...And yes, that did include the gods.

[thegreat_ashby]

"Well, it's not like I'm sitting here shooting up heroin." Which, by Lew's skewed logic and set of morals, meant that he could be subjecting them to a lot worse. But he wasn't. It was sorta kinda almost (but not quite) commendable.