“Pops had me working to the bone all damn day, been waiting for this.” Ace murmured, licking the paper’s edge and rolling the blunt shut. He handed it to you first; He always thought it was more polite to let the other person take the first hit, which amused you.

Smoke sessions with you and Ace weren’t too common, it was just whenever you both were free. Tonight just happened to be one of those nights.

You grabbed the blunt, holding it between your pointer and thumb, and leaned close to him as he lifted his finger to light it. He watched the flame light up your face to make sure you wouldn’t have a coughing fit. You took a pretty big hit, which made him chuckle- and reach for the cup of water on his nightstand.

“Damn. It’s not going anywhere, relax.” Ace teased, pulling his flame away as he held the cup to you. He took a hit himself, holding the smoke in for a few moments before exhaling out his nose slowly.