A conversation, such as it is.

Jess laid down. Her head was swimming, and everything looked dim. It was like thinking through a deep, pleasant fog. Her head was swimming. She let out a long, deep sigh. "Sweetheart, I am... really, really, stoned." She waited for a response, but didn't hear one. Looking up, she realized he was in the bathroom. She laughed thickly and lay her head back down.

Her head was heavy with thoughts, and she looked at the ceiling. The speckle pattern was swirling a little bit, very subtly but fascinatingly. She thought she could hear music, but it was just the ringing in her ears. Her feet itched, so she scratched them. Then there was little tickle on her chest that felt good. She reached up to scratch it and her hand bumped into something that blocked her. She blinked in confusion for a second before realizing it was a hand. Lucas's hand! She craned her head over to see him and the whole room shifted with her head, making her dizzy. He was smiling.

"How you doing, babe?"

"Good." she croaked. "Real good." She meant it. She wanted him to keep touching her. She pushed her boobs up into his hand. It felt good.

Lucas was getting turned on, but this time he wanted to talk a little bit before they went at it again.

"Jess?"

"Yeah. Yeah?" She cocked her head and squinted at him. What was on her tit? Oh, right his hand. Shit, he was talking and she missed it. "What?"

"I said, I kinda want you to stand on the bed." He didn't really, and he knew sober Jess would figure that out. He wanted to see what she would do when her faculties were so impaired.

Jess thought about it. What did he want? Something about the bed. She looked over at him again, worried he might be getting impatient with her. He said to do something. "What?"

He sighed. Maybe they had overdone it one this one. "Stand on the bed."

"Oh. Oh. Yeah, I can do that." Jess clumsily rolled off the bed onto the floor. The carpet on the bedroom floor felt weirdly wet. Why was it wet? Then she realized it was just cold. The cold felt like wet. She smiled. He liked her stoned, and she was stoned. More stoned than she had ever been. More stoned than anyone had ever been? Maybe. She stood up shakily and put one foot on the bed.

"Is it wet in here?" she asked. He looked at her questioningly. Shit, had she said the wrong thing? "It feels wet on the ground." She tried to put the other foot on the bed but almost fell backwards. She laughed thickly. "I don't know if I can do the bed thing right now. I'm really, really, really, really, uh..." She stared at the floor. Was it wet? She was saying something. Oh, yeah. "high. Um, high. I'm high." She collapsed forward again. Where was Lucas? He was on the bed a minute ago.

"Hey babe, wanna watch go for a walk?" he said from behind her.

Jess frowned. She definitely did want to go for a walk, which was weird because she could barely walk. In a state like this the thought of walking should be out of the question, but for some reason she really wanted to. It had to do with that thing where she always wanted whatever he wanted. But she could worry about that later, right now it was time to walk. "Ok." she said sluggishly.