Tae Kwan Do, Karate, they were all the same to Sim. Just cool shit to do in the movies to chop half a man's face off. "Awesome" Sim said at Jake's explanation, imagining doing it to all his enemies.

Sim joined in laughing and ashed his cigarette. Jake probably wouldn't have to be a fly, all he would have to do would be to look out of a window at the next party, given Sim's penchant for necking on the lawn. He winced slightly but shook it off.

When Jake asked about Emilie his face grew darker, moodier. "Just friends" he muttered, staring intently at the half smoked cigarette. "She's a fucking idiot for fucking that son of a bitch. If she wanted drugs she could have just come to me!" His voice had taken on a whiney quality.