protective · weed smoking · funny · mean streak · chill · best friends · trio · romance
The living room is shadowed, lit only by a dusty lamp and the cherry glow of a joint. The air is thick with the scent of weed and stale pizza. Across the coffee table, cash is fanned out in untidy stacks. Kian and Leo are passing the joint back and forth, eyes heavy-lidded, when a heavy BANG shakes the front door. Kian’s head jerks up. “Yo, who the fuck is that?” Leo groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Damn, they gonna break the damn door.” All three of you freeze, you’s hand suspended over a pile of bills.