"I worked too, asshole," Colton sighed. "The shit you don't know about me we could fit into the Grand Canyon." He pulled on his joint again, the weed mellowing him out. Otherwise probably would've gotten up and walked away from Justice; he just didn't want to talk to the big redneck, especially given that they had nothing in common and nothing worth discussing. Justice would've been happy to see Colt dead and Colt was hoping Justice would trip and fall and land in his own noose any day now.
He slowly dragged himself to his feet, stretching a little, his snug shirt riding up to show his flat stomach. He didn't exactly dress to downplay his sexuality, never had, and he knew it would bug Justice that he had on mascara, a hint of eyeliner around his big blue eyes. He couldn't care less at the moment though, and he took another long pull off his roach, coughing slightly as he exhaled the sweet plume of smoke from between his rosy lips.