His brows quirked at Cassius made his entrance, and he shot him a pointed look. "It's hard to practice patience when you're deliberately being so fucking slow." He outstretched his arm and pointed down, directly at the floor. "Here, now."
When Cassius was close enough, he shoved the bag of alcohol into his arms, then took a step back, digging around in his pockets for the few joints he'd rolled earlier. "I dunno what's in there-- I basically just played a game of grab and get, considering I didn't really have plans to drink, anyway. Not that you really have the right to complain; s'not like you contributed any, right?"