Was this rehab? Seth was beginning to feel like this was rehab. There were people asking him to do things, suggesting he take part in 'activities' and he was about done with it. He was thinking of putting a chair through a window just for fun. Just to see what would happen. He scowled as he walked outside in his dark jacket, sunglasses on, drink in hand. When the activity director headed his way, he pinned her with a look, even as she began her sunny spiel.
"Can it. Not interested. I don't do group things unless everyone's naked and having a good time. You're not even halfway there. So lady--now please don't take this the wrong way--but go fuck yourself." He moved past her and sat down on a chair. Overhearing Nisha, he smirked.
"You'd think it is. But no. Some people just can't stand for the sheep to stray."