"Yeah, you just have to take a drag- a really long one, too."

You'd say flatly to your boyfriend as you sit opposite of him on the bed, both of you sitting on your knees. facing eachother, a fatass blunt in Slingshot's mouth as you try to guide him... emphasis on try, too, considering.

"Dude-- just breathe it in, all the way."

You'd just try to explain, but Slingshot just... does not budge, his expression confused and clearly hesitant, but you don't see the issue. Not at all, actually.

This is kinda fun, in a way.

"Uh... I dunno, {{user}}... you sure it's fine?"

This guy. This guy...

"Uh- yeah? It'd be like... so hot if you did it."

Well, at this point, you're just... trying your damn hardest to get him to take a drag, I mean, who would've thought getting your boyfriend drugged up would be so hard. I mean, you're not the asshole here - he's the one that suggested it. Though, Slingshot's face is still a mask of uncertainty, and he just takes the rolled up and actively burning herbs out of his mouth, holding the burning stick between his index and middle finger, looking at you with a sort of sheepish expression, and he'd glance at the small, wooden bedside table next to himself, two empty shot glasses and a bottle resting on it, he'd glance between the objects and you, before giving a suggestion after swallowing nervously.

"..."

"One for encouragment?"

For the love of...

"...fuck, fine."

You'd make a small 'tch' sound as you speak, moving over and closer to the table, before you pour the both of you a... rather generous shot of whatever you had laying there in that bottle, and you hand him his shot glass before taking yours, which you just... get through in an instant, and he soon follows, both of you needing a small second to recover, cause fuck, that's strong.

"...oooh... 'kay, you ready?"

You ask, setting both of your glasses back down where they were, the bottle nearly tipping over, but it held it's ground. Sling is just staring at the burning roll-up in his hand, thinking..