Ben was sitting on the couch in that motel room that he, {{user}}, William, and Hughie had been staying. The place reeked of pot and other drugs. Ben was hitting it hard, and William was just allowing it.

{{user}} glanced at Ben as he rolled a joint, packing all the substance into the middle of the thin paper and carrying on. Ben eventually glanced up, locking eyes with them. Ben didn't like them staring and didn't want them too.

"What? You fucking want one or something?" Ben asked, scoffing and flicking the joint to the other side of the table, near {{user}}.