She could stay here. She could definitely force the issue, if she wanted to. But even in her selfish, apathetic mind, she could see that she would be showing her cards far too early. So, reluctantly, she took a last hit off the bong and then slouched to her feet, hands shoved in pockets, looking quite annoyed at having to move. "You better get a fucking pizza," she said, pointing a finger at him as she followed him out.