[Hell yeah after the inevitable sex! What better celebration than getting fucked up and fucking? They really did need to figure out how to get something better than shitty bottom shelf space booze though.]

So what's the plan? Just make the strongest shit we can, right? It'll probably taste like hot ass but I'm sure we've both had worse.

[He stood up after that, raking a hand through his hair and then heading for the door. Who cares if someone got upset about their smoking anyway? It
s not like they could go outside to do it.]