Kavinsky is a bit drunk because of course he is. While he does still use drugs now and again, alcohol and cigarettes are his only two real vices anymore. (We are leaving out the serial killing because it's the holidays.) He stops to look at Josh, then he tips his head back to identify the plant suspended from the ceiling.

"What is this?" he gestures with his drink to the space between them, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the edge. "Skepticism about my fuckin' prowess? I'm good at it, and you had a shitty week." There's some kind of idiotic masculine challenge to it, the way he tosses his arms out then. More sloshing. This time a little bit of liquor slips out, spills amber dots on the floor.