[And the older boy does. He takes a few deep puffs on his own cigarette, then leans over to light first Tavros's with the cherry of his own, smiling at the Hufflepuff, and then Karkat's in the same way, before sitting back on the table and blowing a stream of smoke at the ceiling.]

Hell yeah. [Says, in deep satisfaction, as he feels the mellow fire of the booze hit, suffusing his limbs with a heave liquidity that he savors. Sometimes maybe he is weirdly insightful, but a lot of the times he's just a dumb kid who never learned how to deal with overwhelmingly negative emotions, who only knows how to drown them instead of face them.]