Giggling lucidly as he sucked on a dissolving tab with the insignia of a bird, Corin eyed his fellow bar-mates, specifically the one doing body shots. His gut twisted excitedly at the sight as his mind blurred. Standing up on jellied legs, Corin made his way through the other Addicts, smiling vacantly as some greeted him while others kept busy in their own worlds.<br/><br/>Patting the body-licking Femme, Corin croaked out a quick greeting followed by a, "You're fuckin' hot, Girl. Let's hook up!" before he wobbled away, vision twisting as he dug into his pockets for a bag of joints.<span style="font-style: italic">Roll, roll, roll a joint, twist it at the ends--</span><br/><br/>His mental rendition of Row Your Boat ended as he stepped outside and eyeballed the people around the car. Looked fun, especially that dirty dude over there practically wrestling with Mother Earth and that.... dying lady? Hoh, snerk. "Hey, Fellas!" Corin barked excitedly, popping a joint between his strung out lips as he sauntered over.