An impressed look forced its what onto Donnie's face when Sean handed him the rolled joint. It was almost professional looking. He wasn't sure if that was a compliment or an insult because it was a joint for fuck's sake. He took the tapered end in between his thumb and index finger as he lit in with his cheap, black lighter that had skulls on it. Once it started burning as it should, he put it to his lips and took in a long puff and held it in.
Donnie exhaled the smoke through his nose and passed the joint to Sean. It was good shit, clearly James'. No one else on the island could find it like James could, in Donnie's opinion anyway. "You know Loki is the bad guy, right?"