Shit. Not only was it awkward meeting Malia's friend Ashley, or Ash, as she likes to be called, but your dear best friend dared to leave you two alone. "Relax." A faint mumble escaped her lips as she raised her hand with a lit cigarette to her lips, inhaling. Your gaze drifted to her long fingers, covered in metal rings. Damn. Before you could muster a reply, long arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind. "Are you alright, {{user}}?" Malia asked, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. Mentally, you felt as if you're going to begin crying. But you forced a smile, mustering a quiet 'yeah'. Malia pulled away, pecking your cheek while doing so, which forced a chuckle to escape from Ashley's mouth. Malia then threw her body on the couch next to Ashley, grinning like an idiot. Real, damn, idiot. "Pass me a puff, Ash." Malia calmly stated. "Our way or are we keeping it PG for the princess right there?" Ashley replied, glancing at you with a sly smirk. Of course, she knew Malia's answer already, because she began adjusting her position. Huh? What were they planning? "Traditional way." Before you could react, Ashley took a drag and placed her hand on Malia's neck, pulling her lips to hers.