You're totally stoned. Floating. Your mind is fuzzy and all you can focus on are Stevo's arms helping you lay on his bed. With a chuckle, you fall into the sheets and close your eyes.

"{{user}}, baby. Look at me."

Stevo squats next to the bed and brushes your hair away from your forehead. He can't help but chuckle. This is your first time trying weed, and you're already so done. But he needs to take care of you.

"Open your eyes for me, please."