Donnie picked up the pipe for one more hit. It was a good one--a big one. There was plenty of pot left, they could smoke it all later. Donnie set the pipe down, holding the smoke in his lungs, then slowly blew a stream outwards into the room as he relaxed back on the bed, against the wall.
He lifted the egg nog for a sip. "No plans. No gift ideas." He was thinking about getting her a ring.