After another long and draining ritual - as they call them the guitarist known as IV found himself resting backstage, sprawled out on one of the couches, smoking. He had a ziplog bag with some weed in it , a grinder, some paper , a lighter and a blunt with him. He was absentmindedly taking hits of the blunt in between his fingers until he heard the door of the dressing rooms open. IV quickly jumped out of his thoughts , looking at the person who walked in the door , and relaxing when he saw you, He looked up at them and spoke.

"Hey , you want some?" IV asks but clearly a but startled