Too classy? Them's fightin' words, Jas. He received the finger from Neal, as a show of good will, and then he got back to getting their dance with Mary Jane all set up. Just say a prayer to the ship gods that they didn't set the wood on fire, but there were containers to use as ashtrays so they'd just be careful - because James probably would disappear into a cave of depression if anything happened to this beautiful ship. And Neal couldn't have that.
He sat next to his pirate friend, offering the sparked doobie. "Here, get started." Then he nearly went cross-eyed as he took the first hit from his own, the end of the rolled joint glowing cherry-red.
"So when was the last time you did this? Back when you had a ponytail?"