Kevin audibly groaned, at the admonition to sit up, at the overprotective behavior with the bottle of Jack, and at the standard 'I dunno what you dunno' response -- holy fucking god, they did that every fucking time; couldn't Cody come up with some different, better response? And what kind of fucking smart-ass thing to say was that? Well, whatever, it didn't matter. At least Cody was here, not like stupid fucking Ryan with his stupid fucking decision to dump Kevin. Sighing, Kevin sat up, though he almost immediately took to leaning on Cody's shoulder, albeit more out of the need for some stability than out of the need for physical contact; as drunk as Kevin was, sitting up on his own proved to be a chore.
"Dibs on the Sesame Chicken," he said quite matter-of-factly.