It was pretty late— way too late for him to be having his friends over in your shared dorm room. But hey? What could you do about it? Well, you best do something about the strong smell from the living room— the acrid smell started to seep through the top and bottom cracks of your closed door.

Unable to do anything because of that stupidly disgusting smell, you gritted your teeth and stood up violently— ready to give Choso a piece of your mind.

Opening your door, the pungent aroma was like a smack in the face— along with the few pairs of lazy bodies sprawled out on the couch with all different kinds of.. ‘tools’ splayed across the small coffee table in the middle.

He and his friends were gone — their eyes dilated to the max, glossy, and bloodshot— not to mention Choso’s lack of a shirt. Their movements were slow— and concernignly slow, as if every motion was being dragged underwater. Most eyes were most eyes half lidded, barely open.

A certain dark purple pair settled onto your pissed figure, a stupidly languid smirk ghosting his lips; he knew you were enraged, hence why he did it.

“What’s wrong, lil mama?” He rasped out, his voice rough with smoke whilst his legs spread. “Did you come out to join us?”