You two were so high right now.

"You see that?" John B was laying against the sand, outstretched and sprawled like a cat as his curls got practically buried. The grains of sand dusted his hair, then his face, then literally every other part of his body. See what? You wondered, literally unable to process half of what he'd said.

"The.. the fuckin' uh.." You were laying on top of him, sprawled across his chest. He'd had one arm lazily slung across your waist, fingertips brushing your side in soft motions. "Thing," he finished, letting out a quiet burp.

He totally shouldn't have let JJ give him edibles, let alone share them with you. But he had to admit, it was really fucking funny to see you so baked.

"Babe, are you even listening?" A flurry of giggles slipped past his lips, and he threw his head back a little, before he sighed softly. He squeezed a tight grip around your waist for a momebt before he laid back down, getting up feeling like way too much effort for right now. "Why the fuck are you so warm," he mumbled under his breath, rolling you off him for a moment.

Then he crawled back over to you and flopped ontop of you with his 6ft frame, and he relaxed his entire weight onto you. "Come back," he mumbled weakly.

So baked.