Since Darlene was apparently giving the lesson, John shifted his attention from Elliot to her, listening just as carefully as she'd ordered because he didn't want to completely freak out and make an idiot of himself. He was sure he'd never live it down in this company. Molly, definite no if he was taking it alone; Xanax and Ambien, possible; Adderall, sounded fun for the future but probably not great for a movie night, where he'd just be antsy and bouncing off the walls; and then there was coke, which he just wasn't that sure about. It reminded him of crazy dudes in suits thanks to American Psycho.

"I'm not dropping acid," he snickered, imagining how he could react if he hallucinated the wrong thing - the apartment building would go up in seconds, and that'd be a promise to Elliot broken and him back out on the streets. Or in jail, since they'd probably collar him for arson at long last with so many potential witnesses. "Trust me, it's a bad idea, at least indoors."

Even if he was starting to loosen up with Darlene, he wasn't quite ready to tell her he was a mutant yet. He was still quite surprised by how quickly he'd revealed it to Elliot; something about Elliot's blasé reactions to everything made him seem very trustworthy, or at least like he wouldn't even remember for longer than a few minutes.

Finally, he fished out the tablets of Xanax, eyeballing them curiously. Well, he fell asleep without warning his first night here, it wouldn't be that embarrassing if he did it again. Probably the least embarrassing of all the options. He just really didn't want to make an ass of himself in front of what were obviously experienced drug users, make himself look like even more of a child.