Head off to smoke with Angie

"Yeah, I have to go piss as well," you say.

You stand up, walking towards the tree-line after Angie. As your disappear out of their view, Angie grins, pulling a rolled joint out from under her beret. She pulls out a Zippo, pressing the joint to her lips. She sets the tip alight in a golden flame, inhaling. Angie blows out the smoke, handing the joint to you. You take a long drag, handing it back to her. The two of your sit down by the trees, passing the joint back and forth as you get higher and higher as the nodge is turned to ash. Finally, it gets down to little more than a filter, a tiny bit of weed clinging to the edge, red hot and burning.

"OK, last toke," Angie says. "Who gets it?"

"It's your stuff, it's all yours," you say.

"Yeah, or..." Angie says, smiling. "I could, like, inhale, and then blow it into your mouth. You know, we could share."

"Fuck it, sure," you say.

You watch as Angie takes a deep toke off the joint, before flicking it into the bushes. She leans in close, until you can smell the tobacco and weed on her. She gently blows some of the smoke into your mouth, leaning in closer. Then, she presses her lips against your, pushing you down onto your back. Her tongue enters your mouth forcefully, flickering around as your tongue meets it back, two warm snakes seemingly trying to entertwine. A fair amount of smoke does blow out the sides, but that wasn't really the point of this for either of you, was it?

Angie pulls off you, collapsing onto the grass next to you with a grin as you begin kissing down her neck, unbuttoning her shirt as you do it.

"I feel we didn't conserve as much pot smoke as we could've there," you chuckle. "Thanks for the drink and pot and stuff."

"I kind of feel like you owe me for it," Angie says flirtatiously. "Maybe you should find a way to pay me back."