"An experience in slowly murdering your lungs? Yeah, savor that experience to the very last drop."

He put the cap back on the tequila bottle and dropped it by his bag with a bit of a huff. His quiet time was being interrupted, and it wasn't very pleasant. "I would think that after the other week, you'd think twice before coming to sit and read next to me." It wasn't like there weren't other places on campus to hide, smoke and read. "No professors out here to save you from getting your arse beat."

He laid back down, though, raising a brow at the book in Avery's hands for a brief moment. But then he was rolling his eyes. "Piss off. You don't know the first thing about the Eytinge. It isn't like the Valentine would have been invited rub elbows or the like."