[ Admittedly, Eddie finds it very difficult to focus when Chrissy's around, especially in that stupid oversized shirt. The thing's been sitting in a drawer for months because he kept forgetting about it, and he's never been so thankful to have forgotten anything. It's perfect on her - the complete antithesis of what she'd normally wear, but she looks so relaxed and comfortable. And just because she's short doesn't mean her legs aren't incredible.

He smiles to himself and returns to his work until he hears the opening riffs to Invaders start to play through the speakers of the tape deck. Almost immediately, he starts to nod his head in time to the beat, looking up to watch Chrissy bounce and dance until she's back by his side. It's like every minute she needs to outdo herself and melt his heart just a little more. ]

Mm... Since I was fourteen or so? Started smoking a lot more when I started selling, n' that's been about two or three years.

[ Eddie lifts the joint so he can lick the edge of the rolling paper, glancing over at her for just a moment before focusing on the joint once more. Maybe he's trying to put ideas in her head, maybe he isn't. He seals it and pulls a pen out from the lunchbox to pack the end of it down a little, then holds it out in his hand with a flourish. ]

Ta da. Now if you're gonna take it with you somewhere, that's when you twist off the end, but we're stayin' put. You're not gonna have the same tolerance as me, so... We should probably start slow.

[ A small smile curls over his lips again. ]

Or I can shotgun it to you. Might be a little less harsh.