Re: Kitchen
Neil's opinion of MK wasn't exactly kind, but considering the fact that she'd dragged Sam down into her mess of drugs and booze without a second thought for the damage she'd be inflicting, well, he had no reason at all to be sympathetic. If she wanted to be a disaster, fine, but leave other people out of it. "MK Robinson," he said with a frown. "She's a model, I think, with more problems than half this city combined. She was the one who dragged Sam to the party she OD'd at. Real good influence." Sam had gone to rehab. Sam was making progress. And MK? She had no fucking right to get in the way of that.
He shook his head almost immediately; apologies weren't what he wanted. "No, it's fine. Just-- you don't have anything to be sorry for," he shrugged. "Let's just find Sam and get out of here. I don't want to stick around any longer than I have to."