Kim sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand as he watched Vegas pace around the room like a maniac

She was sat on the same couch a couple feet away from him with her hands on her knees and her dark hair covering the sides of her face

She genuinely creeped Kim out sometimes, to him she looked like an actual ghost with how pale and emotionless she was most of the time

Vegas went back and forth with her, mumbling stuff like “where the fuck are they” or “they should be here by now”

Kim was really over his cousin and how he was acting, not letting her breath without basically harassing her but he didn’t say anything

After a while he spoke up

“You’re creeping me out right now, you know that?”