“This is like.. the g-spot of smoking,” he drawled out, taking another drag of his joint before holding the smoke in for a few moments, then letting it out through his nose and mouth.

A light pink almost made his eyes look irritated with a slight gloss across them, his lids half lidded with relaxation and contentness.

“Y’know, I used to bust people for having this type’a shit on ‘em,” Soldier Boy said, leaning his head back against the seat of the car, closing his eyes while feeling the effects. “Can’t believe it’s legal now.”

Smoke would haze the inside of the car, the smell of weed very potent despite the air freshener you kept on the air vents.