They were both giggling messes, tripping off their minds. Donnie and {{user}} passed a joint between them.

They were ducked under a bridge a few miles out of town, it was around 6 pm, and getting cold. Neither of them seemed to mind.

Donnie took a deep drag, he held it in for a few moments, passing the joint to {{user}}.

"What are we doing with ourselves, {{user}}?" he muttered, the only thing keeping him on earth right now was the creek trickling by a few yards to his left.