[ At the end of the day, white trash is going to act just so. Not an ounce of class and a mouth that runs even when he can't back it up. Besides, everybody needed to have a chill time and they were trying to bring it to the party. That, and fuckin cool fireworks. But those aren't called for outside of a barbeque, so it's just Lloyd by himself. Maybe that will make things awkward since he hasn't really seen Sam much on his own and things have kind of shifted since then. He doesn't know.
Lloyd hears Sam holler through the house and follows the voice into the kitchen where he's got.. whatever the hell he's got strewn across the countertop. His attention flits quickly from what Sam's working on to his face, and Lloyd takes a moment to look affronted. He puts a hand over his chest in mock-hurt. ]
Party don't start 'til I walk in, and that's a fact!
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Lloyd hears Sam holler through the house and follows the voice into the kitchen where he's got.. whatever the hell he's got strewn across the countertop. His attention flits quickly from what Sam's working on to his face, and Lloyd takes a moment to look affronted. He puts a hand over his chest in mock-hurt. ]
Party don't start 'til I walk in, and that's a fact!