"Yeah, among others - Britney Spears. She's.. a, uh.. trip. Let's put it that way." Luc wrinkled his nose a little at the comment about working with Britney being gross - because he agreed, but he couldn't really say anything about it. Biting hands that fed (thanks, Nate), and it was only acceptable as long as he kept it to himself. But she wasn't wrong at all. Not nice things should be kept to yourself, Mom always said. He could be good and mind his manners. Good and too high to keep thinking about it, really.
"A soda, huh?" He held his own canned beverage out to her briefly, grinning wide and stupidly for a moment before withdrawing the offer. "If I weren't such a gentleman then I would've given you this one - I mean, you did just say 'a soda,' not a fresh one," he said, and chugged the drink quickly as if to punctuate his statement. That way he had an excuse to grab one for himself when he got up from the couch and went to the fridge. "But for your forgiveness, I'll get you a new one. Though you're cheaper than I would have anticipated," he said over his shoulder, then slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a guilty laugh. He grabbed the sodas and returned to the living room. "I'm sorry, that came out so wrong." He snickered though, because he was stoned and he was one of those giggly stoners. "What I meant was that I got off easy."
He snorted and started rolling with laughter once he'd dropped his weight back onto the couch - because it just kept getting worse with the double entendre, and he couldn't even begin to apologize for that one slipping. Too many 'that's what she said's lingering in the air just then, and he found himself overwhelmed. So he just offered her the 7Up in apology, because if he kept talking he was just gonna make more of an ass out of himself. Subject change. "But yeah. Anyway." He snickered a little, clearing his throat to try and play it off. To no avail. "So what do you do? When you're not getting high with your dumbass neighbor, of course.."