It was always vastly amusing to smoke weed together, no matter the form it was smoked out of.

Jacob was an expert roller with the help of his wife, and Connie was a skillful packer for the bowl. Anna and Steven personally preferred a bubbler simply for the sound it made when you take a hit. It was silly and fun and always had them laughing uproariously before very long.

Some people called it rampant illicit drug use. They called it bonding. And there was nothing they bonded over more than the two of their gang that always took bigger hits than they were made for. Connie was a chronic lightweight, and Jacob was just a dumbass (in the most loving way). At least once a session, they'd pass it to them and it would go the exact same.

Connie gripped the bong delicately and motioned for a light from Steven. He smirked and lit it, waiting for her hand to push him away. Even as she did she continued the hit with the incredible lung capacity her husband appreciated greatly, as did the others. She pulled it off and held it, blowing perfect smoke rings as her eyes began to water.

"Ni, now you gotta take that big ass hit like a man," Jasmin told her with a weak pound of her fist to her chest. "No coughing. Die quietly."

Her entire face was red with the effort, making half snorts and half gasps as she tried to balance the need to breathe with the need to prove her friends wrong about her lack of ability to take a hit.

Alex coughed into his arm for no reason other than to tick her off and distract her. "Man, that felt so good. I love coughing."

Steven giggled and rubbed at her diaphragm, gently coaxing her to take even breaths. "You can do it, Connie. All you gotta do is take one hit that doesn't make you look like a flimsy little bitch and we'll never make fun of you again," He crooned in her ear, dropping out of his head voice to fluster her and make it worse.

She opened her mouth to tell him off but instead dipped her head to start coughing and coughing hard. He'd tricked her! The damn bastard who she called her supposedly loving husband had baited her into another coughing fit that had her curled into herself as she tried to correct her lungs fiercely.

"Connie, baby, tip your head up," Adam suggested, enjoyment in his voice at her apparent suffering. "This is what you get for running your mouth all the time."

"Why do you enjoy my– oh my god ki– kill me! Fuck!" She sucked in another breath, determined to get it out while she glared at his pleasant expression of bliss. "Why do you enjoy my suffering?"

He hummed, taking a hit like hers and blowing it out in a massive and thick cloud that made Hazel grab it competitively. "See this? Two coughs, not two hundred." He coughed twice hard, and then forced his lungs to work.

Jasmin's jaw dropped. "Fucking WHAT?! How is that something you just do?"

He had the willpower that's for sure and eventually the need stopped but Connie was still hunched over nearly throwing up.

Hazel coughed a bit more, but an appropriate amount. "It's easy, just do what I did."

She flipped him off and gathered her self control to look up at Steven. She knew her teary eyes would soften that heart of stone he must have clunking around in there. "Steven, Bisky. Sa-Save me."

He shook his head, his curls shifting on top of his head with the motion. It would've been rather cute if he hadn't murmured, "You're such a lightweight, Mrs. De Mayo- Maheswaren. I can't take you anywhere."

The wanting in his voice made her slouch against him more in search of more affection as it finally died out a single iota. Soft, whimpering coughs and mumbles did not seem to penetrate his iron will to simply observe her torment.

Adam must have been rubbing off again.

The bong got around to Jacob and he took three hits in rapid progression, laid down face first on the carpet, and coughed so hard they were worried he was going to start coughing up entrails.

"Jacob! Get off the floor or it'll never stop!" Alex laughed. "You look like a total idiot."

"Am a t-t-total idiot," He forced through another nasty hacking fit. Truthfully, he took hits like that for two reasons: one to make his friends laugh, and two because he was ever prepared to get high and die and he may as well be on the floor already, right?

Connie, still choking on every breath she tried to take, crawled over to him and laid down too. "Th-they-y want us dead."

He fumbled for her hand and found her butt instead. Even better. "At– god fuck shit bitch bollocks to all hell!" His lungs inverted themselves, he felt it happen. "At least we'll go out in a blaze of glory." Everyone booed at his pun and he soaked it up as best he could as they finally came to a stop. He tried to sit up but the vertigo was so strong he could hardly see straight. "Holy fuck, I'm the highest person on the planet."

Connie slurred something they couldn't understand and forced herself to repeat it. "Me too. I think I can see purgatory from down here." The carpet brushing against her lips made her giggle and feel buzzy. Even after flipping over and staring up at the ceiling she could feel the memory against them. "I think I'm ready for another hit."

Anna took a dainty hit and frowned. "You buttheads smoked all the kush, now Steven has to go get more."

He shifted and pouted at her. "Why me? What'd I do?"

"Existed in my vicinity," She replied sweetly.

Steven sighed and forced his eyes to open to begin the very long process of moving his gigantic fucking body. "Story of my life."