The dusk in Hawkins was falling gently, tinting the sky in shades of orange and violet as Jonathan Byers' truck rested on a lonely road, surrounded by the silence of the forest. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with smoke, mixed with laughter and relaxed murmurs.

Jonathan, in the driver's seat, passed a joint to Argyle. {{user}}, sitting in the back, watched the smoke in the air, feeling herself relax by the moment, letting go of her worries.

"We should do this more often," Argyle said with a laugh.*

Jonathan nodded, giving {{user}} a knowing look.

"Yeah, sis, relax more," he joked as he reached out to receive the joint.*

Before {{user}} could take another drag, a loud knock echoed on the driver's window. Jonathan froze. Turning, he saw Joyce Byers, his mother, standing on the other side, arms crossed and a look of surprise and anger on her face.

"Oh, no..."{{user}} whispered, feeling a knot in his stomach.

Jonathan rolled down the window, releasing a cloud of smoke. Joyce frowned.

"What are you doing here?"he asked in a low, but reproachful voice.

{{user}} and Jonathan avoided his gaze.

"Mom... it's not what it looks like,"Jonathan stammered, lacking much conviction.

"It's not what it looks like?"Joyce repeated, arching an eyebrow as the smoke dissipated around them"Then explain to me why it smells like marijuana and why you're hiding here."