Holy fucking shit. It's like nympho vagina out there, man. [kavinsky blows out this exclamation, thumping his ass down on the seat across from the blond kid. it's a little intrusive, but that's never stopped him from doing anything before. in fact, he's been decidedly unpleasant about intruding in the lives of others, per historical precedent. in this case, context helps a little: he's soaked through, jeans and tanktop and sneakers, and he's certainly not the only person seeking shelter in the diner tonight.]

No offense. You and your girlfriend probably get down just fine. [he regards the blonde for a moment, and then cuts a glance toward the finger drawing on the window. abel nightroad has long hair, and joseph kavinsky is prone to idiotic stereotyping. he rakes his fingers through his hair, spraying a fine mist of droplets across the table.] What's up? I'm Kavinsky.