"D'you guys wanna smoke?" Charlie asked as she settled into the van. "Why that's music to my ears Sister, pass me one to share with Harkot here."
Kyle would wait for Charlie to pass him a joint before throwing his lit cig out the window and taking a hit.
"How long of a drive is it to this house? I've got all kinds of plans man."
After a few puffs Kyle would pass the joint to Harkot and begin singing with the song playing over the airways - even air-strumming along with the guitar solos.
The ideas running through his head as he listened to the music were liable to get them in trouble - with the neighbors at best, and the police at worst, but that was a distant concern for Kyle.
"There's a pool right?" he inquired about the summer home as the song switched on the radio. "Imagine the people who would kill for a pool? Should invite them over, start up a few bonfires, and play some music, yeah?"
He'd wait for a minute or two after speaking before nudging Harkot on the shoulder jokingly. "Hey don't bogart that joint man!"