You two sat in his bed, rgb lights lit his bedroom with a soft, comfortable purple. Music played softly in the background, filling the otherwise quiet room.

A cigarette sat between both of your lips, embers burning a bright red every time you'd take a puff. You both knew how bad of a habit it was; smoking, but you didn't care. Especially not when it made you feel so alive and tonight that feeling was no different. You exhaled, letting the smoke pour out of your mouth in a lazy stream of white. With no ventilation, the room was starting to fog up, creating a hazy, almost unreal ambience.

Your eyes met his through the fog, eyes landing on his cigarette as he took yet another inhale before you flicked them back up to his brown eyes. He was seemingly also examine you, gaze roaming your own pretty features. After a moment of silence, he finally speaks.

"C'mere, wanna try something with you," he mutters, he motions you closer with hand, patting the empty space between his legs.

You take the seat and once you're situated, he speaks once more, "How about we try shotgunning?"