Colton eyed Justice for a moment narrowly before pulling on the joint again, savoring the sweet and tangy smoke that spiraled through his lungs like tendrils of happiness. It kept him sane and tranquil in a place that was dangerous; this fucking hotel could either numb you until you didn't care at all, or piss you off until you wanted to burn the place down. And don't think Colton hadn't thought of that.
"Could say the same for you, hillbilly," Colt said quietly, smirking even though he hardly felt like rising to Justice's bait. "Thought maybe if I clicked my heels three times you'd be gone when I came out of my room. Better luck next time," he sighed.