Wow don't tell me what to do, [kavinsky says.] I'm gay-married to another man.
[and then the catwalk abruptly rips down at a forty degree angle, and tosses him off as if he were trying to take off his top one-handed while riding a mechanical bull. it's almost cartoonish-- kavinsky pops into the air like a bug instead of a person. it's only by grace of cokehead reflexes!! that his hands shoot out, manage to snag the railing before he goes sailing down.
he ends up hanging there like a monkey, knuckles tight around the metal. eyes big in his head. then small again.]
Wait who fucking-- [he tries to crawl back up, but it's just making everything worse. the catwalk groans— it's barely holding onto one corner there, tipping wildly under kavinsky's shifting weight. it's almost enough to cut through the euphoric distortion of delicious cocaine.] Who fuckin' intruded on whose Goddamn party, you piece of rancid muff taffy? [it would sound more intimidating, maybe, if he weren't dangling in the air like some kind of bastardized cat gif.]
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[and then the catwalk abruptly rips down at a forty degree angle, and tosses him off as if he were trying to take off his top one-handed while riding a mechanical bull. it's almost cartoonish-- kavinsky pops into the air like a bug instead of a person. it's only by grace of cokehead reflexes!! that his hands shoot out, manage to snag the railing before he goes sailing down.
he ends up hanging there like a monkey, knuckles tight around the metal. eyes big in his head. then small again.]
Wait who fucking-- [he tries to crawl back up, but it's just making everything worse. the catwalk groans— it's barely holding onto one corner there, tipping wildly under kavinsky's shifting weight. it's almost enough to cut through the euphoric distortion of delicious cocaine.] Who fuckin' intruded on whose Goddamn party, you piece of rancid muff taffy? [it would sound more intimidating, maybe, if he weren't dangling in the air like some kind of bastardized cat gif.]