Bob was watching Jay. Intently. So intently that Jay woke up with a start.

"What the fuck, Lunchbox? Fucking creepy-ass shit like that is fucking not cool!"

Bob tapped his head and then held up three fingers.

"My fucking head's fine. Three. What the fuck is that for? And what the fuck are we still doing here?"

Bob looked around shiftily and then jerked his thumb at the window, pursing his lips at Jay, who grinned and threw up the horns.

"Fuck yeah, fatass. Let's blow this joint. Heh. Blow. Joint. I made a fucking funny."

Bob just rolled his eyes. And then they left. Discreetly. Through the window.