the night had passed on rather quickly.

you were at a party with your friends, who had either disappeared out back or passed out, yet here you were, passing around a blunt in a circle of oddly familiar looking faces. you couldn't quite make out who they were or why they were familiar. the male next to you, - tall, lean, quite scruffy looking... - took one brief hit of the blunt he (daniel) had been passed then turned to you.

his fingers - his pointer and thumb - held the blunt like it was a delicate piece of work. he nudged you with his elbow.

"are you gonna take it?"

the way he spoke... definitely american. that, and he was generally anxious just being here. you could tell by the way he slightly drew out the 'r' in the word 'are'.