Re: Greg, Mak, Sabrina, Ophelia
"Nah I'm good," Greg muttered because it was still football season and he was sticking to alcohol until they'd played their last game. Pot tended to make him a little derpy for a few days and that wasn't a risk he wanted to take. He and Sebastian usually smoked at his place unless his dad was home because Greg's mom really didn't care. Some might say that was shitty parenting but Greg knew she just had her priorities straight. There were a lot of things that could harm her kids and pot was not one of those things. He glanced at Ophelia with a curious grin. "Didn't know you'd smoked."
“Just the once,” Ophelia said again, feeling her cheeks get a little warmer. Greg was just looking at her and smiling, and not in a teasing way, and she wasn’t used to that, or drunk enough yet to just roll with it. “But I’ll try it again.” She tossed her head to get a bit of hair out of her face, hoping to look mature and worldly instead of nervous. Maybe it would be nice to share a joint with Mak and Sabrina, as the only girls there. Ophelia motioned to them and started to turn to lead them away. “Here, I’ll show you where the patio door is.”
Sabrina wanted to tell Ophelia that she didn't have to if she didn't want to, but she figured if the other girl didn't enjoy it, she could always stop. She followed Mak and Ophelia through the house to the back patio. Honestly, it still blew Sabrina's mind that people in Point Pleasant lived this way. Pools and huge patios and all that. Sure, it wasn't a lot of people, but Overlook felt like another world whenever Sabrina crashed one of the parties there. Not that she was crashing tonight, but still. "Sebastian's not going to kick my ass for giving this to you, right?" Sabrina asked Ophelia as she pulled the small baggie from her bag.
Ophelia gave a little snort-laugh at the question and shook her head. “Sebastian wouldn’t say a word to you, he’d just bitch at me,” she said with a smirk. Her brother was in good shape physically, but he was a teddy bear, especially with girls. “If he cared, which he won’t. Even if he does, I don’t.” Ophelia shrugged. She could make her own decisions. Besides, her brother had his head firmly up Hunter’s ass tonight, so he probably wouldn’t even notice if she was high.