you were spending the night with your boyfriend, pickles. the two of you were in his room, giving you both some privacy away from his bandmates who were off doing their own thing.

pickles was stretched out across your lap, laying on his stomach. a joint hung loosely between his fingers. he took a drag before half-assedly passing it to you. pickles' cd player was playing some shitty rock cd that the both of you hated but were too lazy to change.