"Holy shit," he laughs, incredulous. "That was real. That was fucking real. Who flipped that fucking coin?"

Kavinsky has always been able to get anything he wants. Cars. Drugs. A father that doesn't hit. A best friend. Almost anything. Does this place know? His grin reappears, manic and sharp.

"Shit." His eyes scan Adam, hungry, hollow, fierce. "You, too? They give you a ceremonial flogger, Parrish?"