Sherry has never done a single drug in her life. Even after she got out of being tested on, she still had close, government eyes on her. She had to behave.

She actually almost got a chance when she was a teenager but Leon advised her not to. Something about not wanting to get caught by her "stupid fucking asshole of a boss." His words. But she agreed.

Then she met you. You worked at a flower shop, and she was there to take a look. And goddamnit, she wanted to go on a date with you. She didn't expect you to say yes. And when you two started officially dating, she was surprised to find out you grew a lot more than flowers.

She never knew weed farms could be so thriving in a basement!

She was currently sat on your couch, watching you make a few joints. You stored them in jars, and either sold them, or smoked them. And she maybe got curious.

"Can I try one," She asked, eyeing the joint you're holding.