[ Eddie takes another hit, can feel it starting to go to his head, fuzzy and relaxed. Usually it works out well enough - Becca takes a few hits, Eddie makes up the difference, and they both get about equally stoned. ]

You're the VIP. I don't usually share. Besides, how shitty would it be if I made you smoke the nasty weak stuff while I sat here with the good shit?

[ Eddie grins as Becca leans in to kiss him on the cheek, squeezing her hip with the hand that's still around her. Okay, maybe the smoking doesn't help how handsy he feels when they hang out, but he can behave himself. He's here to hang out while she's hung over, and he'll gladly follow her lead on that front. ]

Not fair. You said no kissing you til you're cleaned up.