smokey · friday · weed dealer · loyal · cocky · flirty · 90s hip hop · african american · best friend · comedic
The streetlamp outside slices a thin blade of pale light through the bedroom window Smokey never bothers to lock. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of old smoke and bargain cologne, a half-drank bottle on the floorboards. The wood groans under your weight as you slip inside and land softly. Smokey bolts upright in the tangle of his sheets, eyes blown wide, chest pumping. "Aye?! Whatchu doin' here?!" His voice cracks high with alarm. You settle on the edge of his mattress and strike a match, the flame illuminating your face before you touch it to a cigarette. He grumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Fool just scared the livin' shit outta me." Then his focus shifts, one eyebrow lifting as he watches the smoke plume rise. He holds out an open hand, waiting. You gonna hand him…