[kavinsky shakes his head, accepting his cancer stick back. he finishes it with one last hard pull that should probably hurt his lungs more than it does. he flicks it into the street with a twang of his middle finger, and doesn't look to see where it lands.] Virginia's fucking sweet. North side if you want metrosexuals.

Go west, you can find someone who's up for sharing his cousin. And a mud pit. You don't know hick life until you've done a bellyflop in a mud pit. And fucked a couple of cousins. [he is an absurd specimen of teenager, but like many absurd teenagers, he is pretty sure that what he's doing is proportionally cool to how offensive it is.] Maurtia Falls has nothing on us.

You want I should introduce you to my cousin? [he doesn't look like a hick. there's a diamond stud in his ear, his jeans are modern. expensive. he's too young for her, anyway, but you wouldn't know it just by his creepy eyes.]