Nobody ever fights while dancing with Mary Jane, Robb. Just laugh and talk stupid stoner shit like "bruh, do u ever think about how like the brain named itself" while slouched around with glazed, bloodshot eyes. Or get stoner paranoia and wonder if reality is real or intense paranoia when Claire suddenly walks into the totally hotboxed room glaring at everyone. YYMMV. Either way, you boys are in experienced hands, Jesse will provide munchies and good tree music. 👌👌👌