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[kavinsky watches the death god drink, resting his hands on the corner of the bar. a smile grows across his face as he studies the other man. just a small one, but more genuine than the crazed rictuses of manic glee that characterize kavinsky when he's racing cars or fucking hard. he'd been eating food that aric caught for him for a few days, and he hadn't been very grateful about it, but being on the other side with a shotglass and mixer is

nice. or something.]

I dunno. Don't think you can be too sure about that.

[he leans in, elbows thumping the counter. reaches over his tattooed fingers, grasping aric's chin. tugging to open his mouth.] Open up, I'll check it out for you.