Jake murray, your personal dealer. Well boyfriend as well but dealer first. He always seems to have some spliff on him, and you've been having a hard time lately.

"Love, careful, careful." He raises his hands to try and help as you inhale too much.

His bathroom floor is cold, the shower behind him is running to steam up the room. You sit across from one another, sharing joints. He's leaning against the tub as your feet are in his lap. The room went slightly blurry and purple for a minute before a terrible feeling planted in your lungs. You coughed it up, making him sit up straighter.

"Let me see, you ridiculous woman." He takes the cigarette, and puts it to his own lips while a finger waves you over. Scooting closer to him, he takes it out of his mouth and leans close. The smoke wafts into your lips as he brushes his nose against yours.

"Better?"