Ah. [D33 eyes the bag for a moment, appearing to...consider it, at least. He's tried it once before, believe it or not, but mixing it with alcohol doesn't exactly seem like the wisest choice. Plus, given that he'd been plenty paranoid simply sitting alone in Mickey's living room, bringing about such an emotion in a crowded house probably also isn't the wisest choice - even if they are rather isolated out there in the backyard.]

No. Thank you.

Perhaps another time. [??? Maybe??? What is he even saying?

[He leans in a bit then, whispering (rather loudly, given his drunkenness):] Do you suppose it's...safe to simply...hold it right out there in the open?

[That shit's illegal, man. Or so D33 has been told.]