Kira sits back behind his cigarette, behind the still-full bottle rounding the circle. There's no real interest for where the neck points, at the end, until it leads back to Delilah.

"Oh that's fucking rich," he says, "I'd say make sure the condom's fresh, but your kids will probably fix the hole in the ozone."

Another swig as Vivian sneers agreement and shoves the side of his head, turns to a choke when Delilah foregoes the rude gesture to turn the bottle so it points at Kira. That's not fair meets At least you can't get pregnant over the noise of ten other people egging him on, and Kira pushes the bottle down on the floor to boost himself upright.

"Fine, but I'm taking this with me." He kicks away a grasping hand and holds the bottle over his head, walking across the gap to Ty. "Seven minutes, lover boy."