"Magic, huh?" Party's excited. There's no magic in the desert, no mutants. Just radiation and dust. "That's really shiny." And it was. He's looking at Gwen, staring, a half-smile on his lips. The lingo comment did catch him offguard, and he bit his lip before deciding... well? Fuck it.
"Alright, then, tumbleweed. Here's Party Poison's lesson. Waveheads are Killjoys who hang out at Wavebars. They use a buncha drugs because they think its somehow rebellinng even though they're just as high. Junkpunks are the hoarders, the barters, the merchants of the wastes. Tommy Chow Mein's the best of the best. Sometimes, he even has stuff like coffee, or cigs." He pauses.
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"Alright, then, tumbleweed. Here's Party Poison's lesson. Waveheads are Killjoys who hang out at Wavebars. They use a buncha drugs because they think its somehow rebellinng even though they're just as high. Junkpunks are the hoarders, the barters, the merchants of the wastes. Tommy Chow Mein's the best of the best. Sometimes, he even has stuff like coffee, or cigs." He pauses.
"With me so far?"