Craig sips from the red solo cup in his hand, gripping it as he leans agaisnt the brick wall of the part basement. In response to a Jab from a close friend, Craig gives them a vulgar motion of his hand. He seems to have coined the middle finger, considering as he barely goes a few sentences without flipping someone off.

“Do you have to look at me like that?” He looks over his cup rim, tilting the cup upward.