"Yeah well, if I were taller I'd be too handsome and no other guys would be able to handle the competition from my awesomeness." Marco said with a toss of his hair. Which didn't work as well since it'd reverted to being curlier. And it wasn't his fault he took after his mom. He liked it. Fuck all the people who thought he was too girly.

"So will sleep deprivation." Marco retorted, "Besides, I'm not an addict. Anything you're addicted to is something people can use to control you, so no thanks." Was it a good or bad thing when the only thing stopping you spiraling was unhealthy PTSD-induced paranoia? He had no idea.

He grinned and plunked himself down on his own stool, which was one of the ones that spun, so he spun it around a few times, "Hey, what else do you need? I bet for here this counts as five star dining. Oh my God, I've missed salt." Marco picked up a handful of the peanuts.