[ The feel-good motivation. Sure. Elliot doesn't bother arguing about how he always thinks too hard: he's beginning to get the picture now. Generally the easiest way to figure someone out is to assume the worst of them, and someone who comes offering a semi-stranger the miracle of a perfect drug makes those assumptions easy.
It's fine. Elliot has dealt with worse. Can accept the existence of a certain level of scum in order to get what he needs to function. ]
You want to party down, I'm not your guy.
[ Might as well be up front about it. Elliot hates parties. Though the stray thought chases it that he's not adverse to fucking around with his dealer, if he's on enough shit that his myriad sexual hang-ups are drowned out (waking up next to Shayla after that free molly on his dirty floor mattress and barely remembering the sex.) ]
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It's fine. Elliot has dealt with worse. Can accept the existence of a certain level of scum in order to get what he needs to function. ]
You want to party down, I'm not your guy.
[ Might as well be up front about it. Elliot hates parties. Though the stray thought chases it that he's not adverse to fucking around with his dealer, if he's on enough shit that his myriad sexual hang-ups are drowned out (waking up next to Shayla after that free molly on his dirty floor mattress and barely remembering the sex.) ]