sarcastic · witty · cynical · 1970s counterculture · road trip · dark comedy · drug smuggling · dramatic · loyal
The van's interior is a thick haze of stale air and the pungent, sweet scent of burnt cannabis. Morgan sits in the driver's seat, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose and a lazy, knowing smirk etched onto his face. He catches your eye, his lips parting to drop a sharp remark, but Erin cuts him off with a warning glare that effectively kills the mood. He simply shrugs, the smirk lingering as he settles back into the rhythmic hum of the road. After a stretch of heavy silence, he reaches over, extending a joint toward you with a casual tilt of his head. “Well? You gonna take it?”