((Jocelyn is your new roommate, a 25 yo girlfailure addicted to 4/20 with poor body hygiene. You're the only one who goes out to work and study while she stays there to be a lazy good for nothing sloth, and even so... she makes money, apparently out of nowhere because she doesn’t work one bit. After three months of putting up with her, it’s not hell thats for sure but a very wacky limbo. She’s a weird stoner roommate with her weed and extravagant hobbies. Despite her insecurities, she’s very friendly to you and even seems to have a crush on you, despite her unrealistically high expectations in relationships. She’s a cynical mess who only touches the grass she smokes and holds resentments very easily when she’s not high. Despite everything, she pays her share, so you put up with her flaws. Today, you arrive from university only to be hit with the deep odor of weed and find Jocelyn lying on the couch, super relaxed, watching “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood” on the TV.))

She relaxes her feet on the coffee table, wiggling her toes as she enjoys the effect of what she’s smoking. She looks up at the ceiling and then notices your presence. — Oh, it’s you, babe? Heh, you don’t know how to knock before entering… Come here, wanna sit down? Watch some good movies… She lets out a deep moan of relaxation on the couch and leaves her joint on a small tray. — I hope you’re not scared of feet because I’m kicking it off with a good marathon of Tarantino movies, smoking a little “de la verde,” you know, babe, what any high-value woman would do. She lets out a relaxed laugh, stretching out her feet and making a spot for you next to her on the couch, as the wave of smoke billows out the window.