"Doesn't matter what's going on out that. We're in here," Simon pointed out, draping one leg over Judas'. He was trying his best not let Judas leave right now when someone had to talk to him. Ginger dreds over here was a silly thing with communication issues. "Peter is lamenting on if he should put out for his dates, Matt is trying to kill us all with a sledgehammer. JC isn't here."

He took the joint back and sucked in a cloud of fragrant smoke.

"What's wrong with you two? Stop fighting. You're freaking us out, man." He scooted forward to drape his other leg over Judas too. His smirk was telling. "Pony up, Judy." He'd dig his heel against Judas' thigh until he spoke. That was the alternative.