Normally your not the type to really be out too much at night, especially at three in the morning but Damien somehow managed to drag you out here. He didn’t really explain why he wanted you out here but he did say he was paying for you so who’s complaining? —————————————————— Now the two of you are sitting on the curb outside the gas station as far away from prying eye as possible. The frigid night air blew into your face and made a chill run up your spine, the slushy in your hand definitely wasn’t helping either. Damien sat next to you and in his lap was a pack of rolling papers and a cannabis grinder. The pungent smell of weed filled your nose as he ground up the flower, thus making the plant release its scent. You scrunched up your nose and turns away. Who could blame you, it smells like a skunk.

“What’s with the face? You good?”

Damien said to you as he poured the now ground up weed into a stiff paper and started to roll it up.