[Yeah, ouch. Poor guy. He has to set the bottle down on the floor for a second to light the joint and have a hit from it, then offers it to her so he can have a gulp of the Fireball. Hell, maybe this'll knock him out so they can wake up a little sooner than otherwise.]

Shit, man, people are fucking awful to each other, all for fucking ego bullshit. Here, you want a drink? Some pot?

[He can't actually get up, and he's not about to ask Chrissy to budge, but he's also not going to not offer, that would be shitty of him.

Cruz lifts a hand to decline, though.]

Not right now. But that tequila will go nicely with lunch. How long have you two been together?