Lilly almost made a joke about how Scott probably got enough of 'jerk chicken' at home, but thought better of it right before she said it. LSD turned her into a giant twelve year old. "I'd be down for some Kingston 30 but I don't think we can bring Baozi; you can chill with your buddy later." She paused to shoot a mocking glare at the snake who was currently melting and somehow brighter, overwhelming shades of white and yellow.<br/><br/>The blunt made its way back to her, increasingly encroaching on roach status, but she hit it for all it was worth and savored the feel of smoke in her lungs as she gently tapped it out on the rim of her ashtray. Apparently, the elegant, glorified paperweight had been the perfect gift for a junkie, good for nothing daughter, but surprisingly it remained mostly untouched in favor of putting out blunts and cigarettes on better things. Like Dr. Pepper cans, or other people. This just happened to be closer, and Lilly couldn't be fucked to find a Dr. Pepper can.<br/><br/>Crossing her legs on the floor and propping her chin up in a hand, Lilly looked up at Scott inquisitively and tried to disregard the twisting and melting features of his face. "You think Rico likes Jamaican?" she asked, half laughing as the smoke poured past her lips. "Shit, if it means getting a hook, I'll even meet his mother."<br/><br/>She was only half serious. Bills were tight, and tips at O'Charley's were good and all, but not enough to support adult stuff<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>an alarmingly expensive habit. Let alone the plethora of them that she'd picked up over the years. Living paycheck to paycheck wasn't nearly as fun as it sounded. But fucking Rico on the other hand had to make something like an untaxable 50k easy,<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>she was pretty sure he had a job on top of it. That fucker. That was supposed to be her. She wasn't supposed to live in this shitty apartment with a shady-ass snake for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>"Make sure to bring me something back!"<br/><br/>Well. There was the shady-ass snake in the apartment, and then there was Baozi. "Fuck off. Get it yourself," Lilly called back to the unseen part of the house. She silently thanked whatever gods were listening for the silence before giving Scott<span style="font-style: italic">the look</span>before dropping her voice a couple of octaves. "We're not bringing him anything back."<span style="font-style: italic">Him</span>of course being her brother Tab. The bane of her existence, and yet somehow he'd been dealt such a shit hand that she just<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to let him move in a few months ago. Fucker.<br/><br/>"Almost four. Wanna make an early dinner out of it?" The thought of food was not nearly as appealing to her as it normally was. Coming down from tripping balls did that, made you not want to eat anything ever again. Ever. Especially shit of the food variety. But every time, Lilly powered through it, conquering the side effects of LSD and standing victorious over plates upon plates of food. This time would be no different; she'd show that jerk chicken who's boss.