"More beer cans strewn around, actually, but then again, you're a recovering alcoholic, aren't you." He finally tossed the package at her. She was just as much of a jerk as a girl, and it was a little obnoxious. "Sell that when you're done with it, and stop leaning." He gave her a patronizing fingerwag, "A lady stands with good posture."

He finally shrugged and crashed on the couch with no ado. "Actually, I could care less with what you arm yourself with. You wouldn't be the first person to pull a weapon on me, remember?"