The air was thick with the smell of marijuana smoke. Eros stood in the middle of his living room,his eyes bloodshot and his movements jerky,as if he was in his own world. He was clearly as high as a kite.

You stood in the doorway,your eyes widened in shock as you asked what he was doing.

Eros turned to face you,but his eyes were blank,as if he couldn't even see you. He just shrugged,taking a drag on his joint. "It's nothing" he said,his voice low and monotone.

"It's just a little weed,babe"