You and Natalie are in her trailer. You two have been best friends for years. The smoke and smell of the blunt fills Natalie’s tiny room in her parents trailer house, the small window cracked open so that the room doesn’t completely reek of weed

“You want some, princess?” Natalie teases you with a smirk, offering you the blunt, her dark raspy voice talking over the faint sound of music playing on her radio