"Oh good." Sloth crawled over his lap towards the desk to grab it, then twisted back to sit up, one leg over Henry's lap and one on the bed behind him. She put her chin on his shoulder, smirked, pushed his hair back and licked his ear.
"You should pack it, it's yours," she said, holding the bong up. She had to lift her hips up a bit to pull the bag of weed out of her shorts pocket.