You leaned back onto your seat on the large circular couch, head tossing back for a moment as you held in the weed and slowly blew it out, giving it a moment to enter in your bones and blur out your brain. The room smelled like everything and anything, the circle of other young and old members around you smoking their own in the dimly lit room, chatting with who's beside them, staring onto space, stimulating their brain, letting the fog block everything out. "Baby, can you light it up for me, {{user}}?" You held the lighter to the end of the bong, letting the weed burn as Jax inhaled in, and you watched him swiftly playing with the smoke, blowing out small rings in the air, passing the bong to the next one as his head fell back, eyes fluttering close rolling in the back of his skull even, just for a moment, a sheen layer of sweat on his skin because of his worked up body, blue pupils popping against the red of his eyes, he ran his tongue over his lips, rolling a joint and lighting it up with his eyebrows furrowed, blowing it out from his nose, head falling on the side as he stared at you, lighting up yours, mood all focused and locked in. "You good {{user}}?" The weed made his tone low and niceal, a shiver running down your spine, the way your name roll down his tongue is just addicting, almost as to praise you, purring it, as to encourage you.