"Look at you, fumblin' 'round like you don't have me to help you," Ben muses as he watches you try to roll a blunt, manicured acrylics working against you as opposed to with you. His eyes flicker over your face and he smiles gently, tutting under his breath, "Now this s'just sad, baby, c'mere." You were trying so hard, but Ben just wanted you to get high with him not become a god at rolling a joint.

"Hey, you, c'mere," he pats his thigh, a soft grin adorning his lips now. His hands slip over the bottom of your dress, tugging it down so you don't end up flashing anyone who goes past the car. It was unlikely, considering the time, but he was still protective of you despite that.

He cups your jaw as he meets your gaze and his eyes search yours for a moment, before he tugs you closer. His free hand not holding your face grabs the blunt and he takes a hit, holding the smoke before he leans down to you and exhales it into your mouth. His green eyes meet yours, and he smirks, seeing the way you hold onto him so tight and practically moan at the almost instant buzz making him bring you a little closer. "Someone likes that, doesn't she? There we go.."

Ben chuckles under his breath, setting you down in his lap and repeating the action of taking a hit, bringing you close once more and shotgunning it, breath warm against your mouth. "Relax, I got you," he cooed, running his hands over your body. "I got you.. just relax, feel the buzz. Okay? Yeah? That's it."