The new guy stuck out but that was mostly because he was a fresh face. Charlie noticed him and spotted a potential business opportunity he was yet untapped.
"Hey! Uh.." Shit. What was his name again? "Carl? Connor!" It definitely began with C. He just hoped Ciaran would take the hint and come over.
Ciaran frowned and turned towards the voice. Even though he wasn't shouting the right names, the stoner over in the corner seemed to be shouting at him.
Great stuff.
That dealer rumour was going to be back with a vengeance now.
Although he stopped walking, Ciaran didn't head over there. He was still on his way out, whether this guy wanted to call him every name that wasn't his or not.
He raised a brow at the stoner, waiting to see what he was after.
Charlie resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to move and leave the best chair in the room. Sadly he vacated it and ambled over to Ciaran.
"Hey man, are you going outside? I could use a smoke."
...was he going outside? Ciaran scowled, because that was what you deserved if you asked someone who was heading towards the main door of a building whether they were going outside.
This was what happened when recreational use became a habit.
And since when was he this dude's smoke buddy? It wasn't as though he'd asked if anyone was heading outside for one, he was already going somewhere..
With a resigned sigh, he continued towards the door, letting the other guy follow if he wanted to. The sooner this dude left him alone, the sooner he could get to Emilie's.
Once they were outside Charlie began to roll a cigarette discreetly, tucking it behind his ear when he was finished and looking at Chris or Calvin or something.
"Do you smoke?" He began rolling a second cig anyway. He was curious about the new kid. "How are you finding Cresent City? I heard you tranferred from Denver, right? Are the babes hot over there?"
Well, if this guy was offering then maybe he could stay for a cigarette. He'd only look like an eager dickbag if he got to Emilie's on time anyway. Ciaran rested his back on the wall and folded his arms over his chest.
"It's school, pretty much sucks wherever you go. Denver was okay I guess, and the pussy was decent."
Charlie finished rolling and handed the second cig to Ciaran, stopping when he stopped and lighting his own.
"Yeah? I got a couple of buddies there. They say it's kinda a school for jocks or something. Meatheads and shit" he mumbled around his cigarette, shrugging.
Ciaran lit his cigarette and brought it to his mouth. "Yeah, there were a lot of meatheads at that school, but the people I knew were pretty cool. Who do you know there?"
It was a strain to think of names and Charlie squinted off into the distance trying to recall.
"Do you know uh..Big Dave! Yeah that's his name. He's tall and he hangs with that tiny kid called Barf." He laughed a little. "Actually, Barf owes me thirty bucks."
"Barf?" Ciaran frowned and blew smoke out through his nose. "I...don't know a Barf. You sure it's Denver Prep you're thinking of?" Because if this guy was toasted most of the time, who knew where he really meant. "What about Tyler Yates? Jamie Taylor? Tripp Chambers?"
Yeah, this guy definitely didn't know anyone from his school.
As for the mention of his most recent clash with Lalaurie's resident douchebag, he just shrugged. "I guess. You don't really feel it at the time. Besides," he smirked a bit and paused to take another drag, "Burford punches like a fucking woman."