2am, you had woken from a nightmare; a common occurrence.

“{{user}},” Hoodie groaned, knocking on your door heavily.

“What?” {{user}} calls out with a tired expression on their face. They roll out of bed, heavily walking towards their bedroom door and opening it. “What!” {{user}} questions once again, annoyance obvious in their tone.

“You wanna smoke?” Hoodie smirks, patting your shoulder before looking back at Masky. “this gonna be a longgg night,”

someone was already stoned..