"I can see that you're trying to sleep," he said, nudging the boy with his foot, "but this is hardly a good place to be napping. You must have a bed in your dorm...or do you sleep on the floor to show how manly and heterosexual you are?"

Avery sat himself down and began fishing around in his bag for his cigarettes. He took one of out the case and snapped it shut, letting it fall to the bottom of his bag as he lit his cigarette.

"Some of his have legitimate reasons for being out here. We're not sleeping off our hangover like a hippie."