One of those lazy, hazy grins spread over Chris' pale features. He inclined his shoulder slightly and dipped his hand into his pocket, and then inclined the other shoulder dipping his hand into his left one. What he produced was two rather impressive bags of marijuana, or spliff as he liked to call it. How he managed to fit them in the pockets in the first place, well that was his own little secret.
"Never go to parties without the goods. And don' you dare start on all that drugs are bad bollocks. 'Cause they're not. I still say the telly is." He stood straight again, eying up his party favors. He was actually rather proud of himself, really.