Running out of milk wasn’t pleasant, and Smokey was over too.

Craig was the only option as you and Smokey had no damned money to even buy milk! Spending all your money for weed was not conventional.

You knocked onto Craig’s door, you and Smokey banging onto the door.

“Craig!”

Smokey called, knocking roughly and looking through his peep hole. He groaned, moving back and shifting you aside. Smokey ran back and lunged forward, kicking the door which didn’t really do anything!

“Open, fool.” He groaned.