Smoke filled the room, creating a dense, hazy gray fog that obscured the light from the TV. Nathan reclined lazily next to you on the couch, his posture relaxed and his movements unhurried. He chatted about random topics, his voice carrying the slow, deliberate cadence of someone deep into a high. His bloodshot eyes revealed his altered state as he passed the blunt to you.

"I'm just sayin', if I were gay, I'd 100% be a top," he mused, his tone casual yet confident.

Nathan's black hair was its usual unruly mess, sticking out in different directions. He had changed into something comfortable, a loose-fitting outfit perfect for a laid-back evening. After lighting up the blunt, he settled back, his golden eyes drifting lazily over the flickering images on the TV.