Re: Later in the evening: Scud + Open
There weren't a lot of things that could get Scud away from the snack table at a party (obviously. He had just ignored a man being shot in favor of deep fried cheese. So. Put that into perspective.) but the mention of smoking, literally any kind of smoking, was basically what it took.
"Do I wanna --?" Scud grinned, lopsided and a strange mix of endearing and flirtatious, like he just wasn't sure how to separate those two things. "Fuck yeah I do. Scud, by the way."