[AU] Over the quiet hills

Holidays were the hardest. They always had been, and this year was no difference. After everything that had happened in the summer, Kavinsky wasn't surprised that the holidays were rough. His mother was, remarkably, sober enough to travel. She and his sister had gone to New Jersey, and Kavinsky was left in the overlarge McMansion they occupied.

At least there was cable, and weed, and his mom's stash of anything she could get her hands on. Kavinsky was floating by the time he called Prokopenko. He knew Proko was still in town.

come over and im bored man and theres coke and vodka in it for u man started to cycle. Kavinsky draped on a couch in one of the lounges, joint pinched between his fingers, a collection of beer cans on the coffee table.