It was nice down here, just the two of them, lazing on the couch. Nothing fancy needed to smoke, no slender tubes made of silver or whatever. The end of the paper sizzled and when Beverly took the joint she inhaled, dragging heat and smoke through to her lungs.
Then she pulled it from her lips, chest expanding before a cloud blew into the air. Fragrant and skunky as it dissipated around her. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," she warned, jack-o-lantern grin visible through the haze. "This is just the warmup. You don't get the bachelor party until you pick a date and I have something to work with. Did you pick a date?" she asked curiously, lifting an eyebrow. And offered the joint for Richie's next hit.