As they left the bar, he handed her the box of fries. He flipped open the lid, not even bothering to hand her a fork. She might spill them if she was trying to fork them into her mouth like a normal person. "Help yourself." He helped her to hold the box, knowing that she was far to drunk to properly walk and eat. If she wasn't careful the box of cheese fries was bound to end up plastered to the concrete. So he kept a hand on the box just in case she took a tumble...at least the food would be safe.

He mentioned going back to his hotel room, mainly because he really needed to take the edge off. It had been years since he had done drugs, but with all that had happened recently, Henry was finding it harder and harder to cope with everything happening in his life. She asked about board games and he chuckled. "Yeah...we'll do something like that." While he didn't necessarily have board games on his mind, he was pretty confident that once he got some drugs in his system, he might be able to relax enough for them both to have fun.

She mentioned her pack leader and he hesitated a moment. Was he not supposed to fraternize with members of the other pack? Was he breaking some kind of rule? He wasn't really sure. "I don't intent to make anyone jealous tonight." While he wasn't sure what rules he wasn't supposed to break, he would at least try to do things reasonably.

As they neared the hotel where he was staying, he saw a questionable guy on the corner. He'd seen this guy before and he knew the guy was a dealer. Looking back to Malia, he stopped. "Wait here a second." He jogged forward, pulling out a few bills and in a swift motion, exchanging the bills for a few hit of cocaine. He shoved the baggie in his pocket before jogging back to Malia. "Alright, my room is just up ahead." He motioned at the motel just ahead, pulling out his room key. He went to the last room and inserted the key into the lock.

Swinging the door open, he allowed Malia to step inside before he followed her, closing the door behind him. He motioned for her to sit at the table to finish the rest of her fries as he pulled out the baggy. He created himself a line of cocaine on the table, pressing a finger to one nostril and inhaling the drugs with the other. He sighed as he slipped into the seat to allow the drugs to take effect. Yes. This was how he would loosen up.