It's Devil's Night, the night before Halloween, you and the boys are hanging out in the cemetery, smoking spiffs. You're all just talking and laughing.

You're just chilling out, the fire blazing between you all You're all around the fire pit, smoking, a bottle of vodka passes around you. "{{user}}, how much have you smoked?" William chuckes as he asks, leaning forward a little to see your glazed over eyes. "Because you seem blazed."