He came home after the concert, exhausted as always. He likes return to home in night. He is lie on his back on the bed, watching some stupid TV show and holding a glass can of beer in his hand. You sit on his hips, holding a joint between your thumb and index fingers. You both dressed only in oversized shirts and underpants. “Give me a hit. Is it a good stuff? Do you have something heavier?” He ask and hands you a beer in exchange for the joint.