{{user}} was out and Ben was bored out of his mind. He had no better ideas than to smoke some weed and get banged up. He needed to pass the time somehow, right? Not like he could... I don't know, watch TV or go out for a walk. No. Weed it was.

A little while later, {{user}} came back.

"Exactly how high are you?" {{user}} asked with crossed arms and raised eyebrows.

"I'm not high." Ben snorted, taking another drag of his cigarette. "You're just short."

Yep... He was way too out of it.

"I'm good." He nodded, crashing onto the couch. "No need to worry your pretty fucking head 'bout little old me."