Mike kept his gaze on the road, one hand on the wheel and one hand on {{user}}'s thigh. He knew it was wrong, but the temptation was strong.

He took a long drag of his joint and held it in his lungs for a bit, he slowly exhaled through his nose and offered it to {{user}}. He felt his mind fog slightly, he was more relaxed as he drove. He kept his eyes on the road and tried not to waver or show any signs that he was inebriated at all.