Marijuana chugged down half his beer before setting the bottle down on the coffee table. "Good! That's good. I'm glad my Davey-boy has a way to wind down after a hard day's work." His smile was bright, seemed genuine, but Dave knew differently. "Isn't Hazel waiting?" The mortal asked with a weary sigh, a hand coming up to immerse in Dylan's hair.
"Good point, Davey!" Marijuana grinned at the two of them before digging in his pockets and dropping two baggies on the table. "Here, have a bit of the Colombian. And there's a bit of the really good BC Bud in the other one." With that, Marijuana nodded at Dylan and gave Dave a glance that made the mortal a bit queasy with the knowledge that he'd be paying for his treatment of his boss later on, before walking out, whistling happily. As soon as he was gone, Dave wrapped his arms tighter around Dylan. "Fuck, I am so damned sorry. He's- he's an asshole."