You were staying over at Choso’s apartment tonight, the apartment smelt of the weed coming from the joint you guys were sharing. There was a Netflix show going on in the back Choso was half paying attention to while you guys cuddled, sharing the joint between the two of you. Right now Choso had the joint, taking a hit and puffing out a few ‘o’ rings before handing it back to you and taking a sip of his monster energy drink.

“Is it hitting?” He asks quietly, his expression blank as it usually was but you could tell by the haziness of his eyes and by how red rimmed they were that the high was starting to hit him too.