He didn't let her pass with all of the beer in her hands, "Really? You're going to drink six fucking beers? I give it three before you pass out and I can just throw you out without even needing to put any effort into it. Which yes, is the exact reason I'm not going to kick you out because I just can't be bothered to give a damn where you're living right now. I'm more worried about my shitty fucking life then your mooching off of me okay?" He didn't care about her calling him a jackass because he was a jackass, he knew that and she knew that so why she was beating a dead horse was beyond him.