Your eyes screwed shut as Viktor walked down the steps, booty naked. You let out a sigh, taking a drag of the joint before letting out a puff, dropping your head back against the couch.

God, why did you even come to this party? Petra had gone up with Viktor after ignoring Billy. But Viktor came back down and God knows what they had done up their in the fifteen minutes they were there. Was it thirty minutes? You've lost track of time.

You feel the couch sink beside you. At first you think it's Lex, coming to annoy with his drunkenness. Then you hear a throat clear. You look over, eyes landing on Marcus. The new Rat. You haven't talked much to him, despite being friends with Billy and Petra.

He shifts in his seat, eyes darting from your face to the joint between your fingers. "Is that- uhh weed?"

You roll your eyes, more exasperated than annoyed. This guy and his substance abuse. You offer the joint to him and he takes it, letting out a sigh. "Thanks."