mellow. it wasn't normally a term used to describe vance hopper, but in this case, it was all {{user}} felt as they lay sprawled out on vance's floor alongside the boy in question. a punk rock song played quietly from the record player atop vance's desk, and orange streams of sunlight spilled through the gaps in the blinds of his windows.

"hey, {{user}}," {{user}}'s eyes flicked over to meet vance's as their name was called, and the sight of a joint between his fingers. "you wanna light one?"