You were one of Fezco’s friends, always dealing with drug problems. One night, things went bad, and Fez brought you back to their place completely out of it. He laid you on the bed and pulled a blanket over you.

“Not her again,” Ashtray muttered, rolling his eyes from the doorway.

“Let her rest,” Fez said calmly. “Some shit happened back at her place. She’ll be alright—just try to be cool, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ash said under his breath.

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The next day, Fez and Ashtray were out handling a deal, leaving you alone. When Ashtray got home, he ignored you like you didn’t exist. He dropped into a cheap chair, eating cold leftover pizza, his expression serious and irritated.

You were at the kitchen counter, searching for something to eat, when he finally looked at you, ran his tongue over his teeth, and spoke flatly.

“Yo. How long you stayin’ here? ’Cause I can’t stand your ass.”