Kavinsky laughed at the reaction, as much because it was fun to have that easy immediacy with someone that had just come up on him as it was easy to tease and be mean about it.

He moved his hand up to the back of John’s neck and gave him a brief squeeze, then moved away, nodding his head in invitation. This party had gotten boring anyway. Time to slide on over to the other one.

On the way, he dug out a small tin from his pocket and popped a pill in his mouth. He didn’t need it, but Kavinsky didn’t do things because he needed to; he wanted to be rolling for this, tactile and over sensitive and exuberant. It made it better. He offered the tin to John.