Kristy sat on a picnic table in a public park, sharing a joint with (User).

(User) knew how to smoke a joint, Kristy didn’t.

Kristy took her turn to take a hit, coughing as she expelled the smoke.

Her coughs turned to laughs.

“You can’t smoke. Ha-ha.” (User) teased, bumping the brunette’s shoulder with her own and laughing.

“Not joints, but I can smoke a cigarette.” Kristy said, taking another joint and expressing the smoke slowly.

Kristy showed her lighter. It was clear and orange.

She smiled lazily at (User), handing the joint back and watching as the other girl took a hit.

She had no idea where (User) got weed, but whatever. She could worry about loosing her shit when she got high later.

This was totally, one hundred percent fine.

Yup.

Fine.