醉人

Well sorry, dude. I came down here to work out… Not stare at your shirtless torso.

No one asked you to stare- But I'm flattered, really.

Last time I checked it was a free country.

Well, do you need a cigarette, or do you want a cigarette? There is a difference, you know.

Fuck else would I want it for? This isn't any damn metaphor shit, I need one. 

Here.

Thanks.

For fuck’s sake, Chris, don’t throw a bitch fit. You know I always have something on me.

I'm not throwing a fucking bitch fit- I'm just tense as fuck.