"I think I'm actually going to have to get a regular people job too." He couldn't keep stealing shit from the convenience store on the corner when he was hungry and he certainly couldn't count on steady paying gigs. If he wanted to afford shit like blow and weed and booze, he was going to have to find another job. He did that occasionally, when necessary. He'd go get some shit job somewhere and work for a few months or however long it took to drive him insane. Then he'd either just stop showing up or he'd do something rash and get fired, maybe even escorted from the premises.
"Of course you're invited to any orgy that might take place. You are also invited to sleep in my bed whenever you like but you should know that by now, Sev." He liked sleeping with Sev, of course. But more than that, he liked Sev as a person. But Tristan didn't examine it too closely. It was better that he didn't.
He took another hit from the pipe and then sat it down on the coffee table. She could take one if she wanted but he was good for now. "I'll get that beer and then I have a story for you," he said as he got up from the sofa and disappeared into the tiny kitchen.