His bag of weed sat on the coffee table along with a half eaten bag of Doritos - yeah he splurged - and his pipe. He could roll a joint if Sev preferred but that seemed like so much effort at this point. He was feeling lazy after his set at Teddy's and the gazillion drinks that the whores - er fangirls had purchased. All of that and he'd gone back to his apartment just to hang with Sev when he could have likely got laid in a threesome.
It didn't matter though because this was Sev and he was comfortable with Sev and yeah, maybe they'd fuck and maybe they wouldn't. That didn't matter that much either. He just liked her company and there really wasn't a lot of females he could say that about.
He heard her beat on the door and hear her call him a punk and he chuckled. "It's fucking open!" he called out, too lazy now to even get his ass off the dilapidated sofa that came furnished with the shithole he called home. How generous the good slum lords of Hollywood were.