"I'm fine drinking from the bottle if you two are fine with it tasting like booze," Kevin managed to say without slurring, which was much harder than he made it looked. His eyes completely intent on his prize, he made visible grabby hands at the Chinese food, taking it once it was proffered and immediately digging into the sweet, sweet prize of SESAME FUCKING CHICKEN. FUCK YES. God, how could Dad keep asking if he was anorexic when he took to sesame chicken the way that he did? It just made no fucking sense. ...Nor did the sudden buzzing in his pants, from around where his phone was. Sighing melodramatically, he pulled it out, and... oh, a text message. What the fucking... oh, from Alex. Quickly tapping out a reply, Kevin turned back to Simon and Cody.
"ALEX IS DRUNK AND ACTING LIKE A FUCKING TARD," he announced with a loud groan. "SOMEONE GO FIND HIM AND SHUT HIM THE FUCK UP."