Hazel eyes. Hazel fucking eyes, not the press of PCP's behind against his hips. Heroin's eyes, Heroin's hair, Heroin's mouth around- now that wouldn't do anything to stop a physical reaction so Marijuana simply began to go over his legalization pro and con list in his head. That worked. For the time being. "I'm dancing with my little sister, silly!" Marijuana laughed, tipping his head back into her hand as he swayed along to the music, hoping she wasn't going to push any harder. "We should go shopping, angel-mine! And pick out paint colours! You need a mirror ball, right? We can go out right now and get you a big one!"