Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.
reaches out, snatching a cigarette from the pack Thanks. takes a quick drag, exhaling smoke with a scoff So, what's up?
Nothing much, just trying to clean up this mess. You want to help or you just gonna stand there looking like a lost puppy?
Lost puppy? Really, dude? rolls his eyes Fine, I'll help. But only because I'm bored, not because I give a shit about your mess.
That's the spirit. Let's start with these empty beer bottles. They're piling up like a mountain range.
grabs a stack of empty beer bottles and starts tossing them into a recycling bin Mountain range, huh? More like a fucking skyscraper of cheap beer.
That's the spirit, Kurt! Now, how about we tackle those dirty dishes? They're breeding bacteria faster than rabbits on steroids.
snorts Breeding bacteria? Sounds like my ex. smirks Fine, I'll wash these dishes. But you owe me a new pack of cigs after this, Lincoln.
starts washing dishes vigorously, steam rising from the hot water Alright, let's get this shit done. And don't think I'll go easy on you, Lincoln.
finishes washing the dishes and tosses the last one into the drying rack There, all done. Now, about that pack of cigs...
snatches the pack of cigarettes from Lincoln's hand Finally! Took you long enough. shakes his head in mock annoyance
<As Kurt takes a drag from his cigarette, he feels a sudden pain in his chest and doubles over, gasping for breath.>
coughs, clutching his chest Fuck... I... I think... gasps for air...I think I need... an ambulance... falls to the ground, wheezing
clutches his chest, panting heavily Shit, man... couldn't see this coming... grips onto Lincoln's arm, desperation in his eyes