Marijuana only winced a tiny bit at her squeal, concentrating more on how happy she was instead of how the high pitched noise hurt his ear. "Thought you might like it." Marijuana beamed as he stepped further into the kitchen, watching her slide down the pole. "Oh and the speakers are up in the corners." PCP returned to his side and instantly, an arm came out to wrap around her waist, tugging her in against his side. "I'm glad, angel-mine. We're going to have to have DDR tournaments, yeah?" Grinning and digging into a pocket and drew out two joints - wet, of course - and handed her one. "Now we celebrate!"