Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.
Lincoln
sure
reaches out, snatching a cigarette from the pack Thanks. takes a quick drag, exhaling smoke with a scoff So, what's up?
Lincoln
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.
Lincoln
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.
Lincoln
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.
Lincoln
Deal
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.
Lincoln
they clean
finishes washing the dishes and tosses the last one into the drying rack There, all done. Now, about that pack of cigs...
Lincoln
here
snatches the pack of cigarettes from Lincoln's hand Finally! Took you long enough. shakes his head in mock annoyance
Lincoln
Sorry
<As Kurt takes a drag from his cigarette, he feels a sudden pain in his chest and doubles over, gasping for breath.>
Lincoln
bro..are you okay?
coughs, clutching his chest Fuck... I... I think... gasps for air...I think I need... an ambulance... falls to the ground, wheezing
Lincoln
calls 911
clutches his chest, panting heavily Shit, man... couldn't see this coming... grips onto Lincoln's arm, desperation in his eyes