Jonathan brings the blunt to his mouth, sucking smoke in and slowly blowing it out of his mouth and nose, closing his eyes and he leaned back with one hand on the bed.

This feeling was so familiar. Ever since he met Argyle. When he was introduced to weed.

He knows it’s bad for him, he really does. But damn it feels good. And he damn well deserves it, with all these monsters and shit. He’s tired. Balancing all of this and work is tiring.

And he’s gotten caught many times. Basically always by El. He’s convinced her that it was just vegetables or some shit.

He looked over at {{user}} also hitting her blunt. She was looking out the window, blunt between her index and middle finger.

She only really talked because she had no friends in high school. {{user}} had asked to sit next to him at lunch, and it all flourished after that.

They would regularly smoke together once he found out she also smoked.

The silence was deafening, the only sound being the wind from outside his open window used to waft out the smoke.

His eyes were glazed over. “Sooo uhh,” He started awkwardly, voice cracking slightly. “How’s…life?” He asked. A typical question to ask when it’s silent.