"Two tickets to paradise," he sing-songs, a little levity before the leveling. Jeff huffs out a breath, then tilts his chin up and runs a finger down the line on his throat.

"You don't have one of these, so it won't be too bad for you. I mean it still sucks, but, like, you can get a job and spend money, and you're less likely to get passed around like a party favor when shit gets wild, so..."

Less likely, but not totally safe from the possibility, either.

"Dominant or submissive, the locals are probably gonna hate you no matter what." He shrugs. There's that defense-shrug again. "Which, whatever, not that different from home, I guess."