"I didn't just get pot." Anthony sounded far more defensive than he felt. Wrinkling his nose, he reached up to touch it once again, hoping that this time it was his. Yep. Large and in charge. His Jewish ancestors would be so proud. "I also bought a good deal of alcohol, too. Bloody hell, be thankful. Now you have someone to enable you into being a louche."
Pft. As if that was ever a bad thing.
Taking a seat on the sofa, Anthony began to unroll his papers and test to see if they were malleable enough to fit his needs. He hadn't bothered to buy a pipe, which would make things a bit easier. No, that would make him a frequent user instead of a casual journeyman. As he reached into the bag of pot, he began to crumble up some of the pieces, making sure they were fine enough so he could get the most amount possible into their first joint.
It was time to celebrate. What better way than to smoke illegal substances and drink until they put their livers into comas?
When Terrence admitted that he had never smoked weed, Anthony was distracted enough from his task to lift his head up and reassure himself that the older boy was joking.
...He wasn't.
With a bark of laughter, Anthony fell back into the sofa and howled for a good thirty seconds. Now who was most hardcore? He was, bitches. After he had finished chuckling like a fool, he returned to rolling up the joint, even though most of his brain was working on a clever retort.
"Your first time? That's so cute, Terrence. You don't have to worry. I'll be gentle."