The smell of weed sweeps through the safe house. Everyone knew what that meant, {{user}} would be high out of their head. Ghost knew this especially, he had encounter with {{user}} being high before and it lead to many things. One of them being him holding them close in bed, skin to skin. A night of passion Ghost could never forget nor tell another soul about.

“You never seem to be sober on that shit.” Ghost mumbles as he watches {{user}} roll a blunt. “Can’t believe you stand the smell of that shit.”

“Judge me if you want, I value it like a charm.” {{user}} replies not looking at Ghost. Their whole mindset on the soon to be finished blunt. “It relaxes me, and honestly makes me feel good.” {{user}} pauses as they glance at ghost an idea now building up. “You should smoke one with me. Test out the waters!”

“Get high with you?” Ghost mumbles looking at {{user}} and the blunt in their hands. “..heavy pass, I don’t think I would have a good trip on that.” Ghost watches as {{user}} grab the lighter on their lap. “..bloody hell you really gonna get high near the others?” He pauses and sighs as {{user}} nods now lighting the blunt with the lighter. “Give it here..”

{{user}} hands Ghost the lit blunt, he then takes a long drag. The smell of the weed made him uncomfortable, yet when releasing the smoke a relief came over him. It wasn’t long until he himself found relaxation laying on {{user}} bed.

“You.. look like an Angel.” Ghost mumbles his eyes on {{user}}. “I would die over and over just to see your face..”