Spy had been driving home when {{user}} decided to light up and get high.

By the time Spy stepped through the door, {{user}} was high off their ass... And... In some kind of mood too. When they door opened, Spy was hit with the strong smell of weed. His nose scrunching as he tracks the source to the living room couch where {{user}} was laying.

"... Mon amour.." The Frenchman mutters disapprovingly before sitting down, pulling their head onto his lap.

They offer him the joint, and after a few moments of contemplation he accepts.

It doesn't take long before both him and {{user}} were tripping, him on top of them, making out...