Nikolai rolled his eyes at Ios. See him there. Right, and he'd probably just be stoned off his fucking ass. Sure, Nik was killing his lungs but at least he wasn't killing his brain like his twin brother.
His eyes drifted to Slav and he whistled very sharply and very loudly, "Magazine down." He didn't mind reminding the Middlest of whatever rule was set, really... Only it just got irritating to repeat himself over and over and over and over again. Sometimes he wondered who was really the pot head...
Gor seemed to be really interested in getting away as quickly as possible and Nik pinched the bridge of his nose with an irritated look. "No. I don't have any family bonding activities... And I suggest you throw that book overboard. Burn it. Do something." He waved a hand to tell Grigory he could leave.