Green eyes eyed the pipe wearily, chinked eyes complaining, the rest of my body made it obvious i had smoked enough. But my brain hadn't gotten its fill yet, so of course the dumbass that it me decided to smoke on.
Raising the pipe to my lips, my left hand cradling it as the thump pressed firmly against the carb. Right hand lit the lighter, and the green stuff flashed red as the weed burned, and i took in the smoke, the hit being alot bigger than i thought it would.
I eyed Ripley. With a smirk on my lips, i blew it straight into the dog's face. The wolf pinned his ears and turned quickly, trotting on the other side of the room to lay down. I grinned even wider. Im sorry, bud... I cooed.
Dont talk to me. The dog snapped. OF course i was aware of his despise of pot, but he would have to get over it sometime, considering his owner was the biggest pot head in the organization...
I set the pipe and weed in my dresser drawer. I didnt want Xemnas coming in and seeing it. Hed either get really mad and rape me, or he'd smoke it. And either way i'd lose. So i hid it carefully, and sat back on my bed and lit up a cigarette. Grabbing the stereo remote, i turned on Holly wood undead, and listened to the lyrics, the weed making my head feel squeezed and compressed, the lyrics that went into my head werent the same that came out of the stereo, i can assure you that. I took a drag off the cigarette, wishing i had someone to share this high with.

I jumped as someone pounded on my door, and put the cigarette on my ashtray as i got off the bed. Ripley was already up, the wolf's ears pinned, and a snarl rumbled from his throat. I threw my pack of cigarettes at him just in time to keep him from barking. He looked at me funny but i ignored him. Dont wanna wake up the rest of the house...
I found it increasingly hard to walk in a straight line to the door. When i finally got there i almost fell into the wood. My hand limply grabbed the doorknob and i turned it, opening it to see Taxse and her friend standing at my door. My bright green eyes jumped to the boy. He looked like the stoner type. I hoped so, cuz i needed a pot buddy. I ran my hand through my hair, before realizing i was i nothing but jeans. I looked at my six back and smiled sheepishly. Eh... err... sorry Taxs, my shirts around here... somewhere... I explained, but my words came slowly, and it was hard to concentrate, and even harder to keep from falling over, so i braced myself on the door as Hollywood Undead played in the background.