Ash leans in. He licks his lips. Then he plants a wet, sloppy kiss on Crichton's lips. "Eat your fucking sandwich."

He lets go of his hand and stands up. And sways. Cause he's drunk.

"Quit fucking around and figure your shit out. Ever hurt my girl again and I'll...I won't kill you cause," he flails his hands at everything. "This fucking place. But I'll make you hurt, even if I like you."