Greed had smoked himself out of his room, the pot filling the room. Between that and the drink he was hugging he hoped he'd eventually just pass out. Except when he did, in between glances of his fresh nightmares he didn't know if he wanted sleep worse or to stay awake.
Crawling towards the balcony he slid the door open and crawled out into the night air, letting some of the smoke billow out and fresh air in. His head felt like a nail was being driven straight through his skull. Back over towards the bed with the door still wide open Greed propped himself up against the end, watching the wallpaper move into various shapes, the room itself feeling smaller and smaller with each passing second.
He texted Lust the room number to the Aria Resort. After that he slapped his head back against the end of the bed with red eyes. Drifting...drifting...