Damn, it's more of that wine? Fuck... what's a guy gotta' do to get some actual liquor around here? [ This wine is just a major cocktease. Seriously. He's had apple juice that felt like it had more of a kick.

Still, here he is stepping behind Hei to edge around him, slumping down into the nearest seat that still allows them both a comfortable amount of distance from one another after his manspreading is accounted for. This is the life... Actually decent weather, bad company, watching a kid get shit on by a weird guy and a dummy-- ]

You're right! Battlefields are usually super quiet; what's happening right now is totally unrealistic! [ and then to Hei: ] Got a cigarette or anything? I don't even smoke, just want some contraband for the fuckin' hell of it at this point.