PCP wasn't stupid, she was giggly and she had a high-pitched voice and sometimes she forgot things like the alpha-bet and basic math, but she knew what it felt like to be resisted, and she sensed it now. She turned in his arms and kept her hand in his hair, still stroking it lightly as she raised her eyes to look at him in disbelief. "What's wrong, Marijuana?" She asked, and the music stopped. "Don't you want to play with me?"