Head off to smoke with Angie

"Yeah, I'm up for a smoke," you say, grabbing your back and slinking away from the seat.

You quickly walk alongside Angie as you hurry out of the door of the class.

"So, how are you doing?" Angie asks. "How's the hangover?"

"I'm fine," you say, shrugging.

"Really? Fuck, I would've thought it'd be a brutal hangover. You must have some tolerance."

"Yeah, I'm special," you shrug.

You arrive at the girl's bathroom, and Angie quickly pushes the door open, motioning for you to head in.

"Uh... I don't think I should go in there," you say.

"What?" Angie asks, pausing. "Why not?"

"It's... the girls' toilets," you say.

"Oh, shut up," she says, grabbing you and dragging you inside.

Angie pulls out papers, beginning to quickly roll a joint, pouring tobacco from a pouch onto the papers before pulling out a golden grinder. You watch as she expertly rolls it, before holding it up to her lips and drawing a lighter, setting the rolled paper alight. She takes a few inhales to get the weed burning, before handing it to you.

The two of you continue to pass drags of the joint back and forth between the two of you, before eventually you finish and toss it off down the drain of the sink.

"Uh, fuck me," Angie says, leaning back against the sink.

"I will in a second," you smile back.

"Shut up, you know what I mean," she says. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"You're there," you reply.

"Eat shit, you know what... forget it," she says, opening a stall door and hurrying in.

"Can I watch?" you ask flirtatiously.

"You want to watch me piss?" Angie asks. "Is that like... a fetish or something?"

"Well, it was supposed to sound sexier than it did," you admit.

"Fuck it, I give zero shits," Angie says.

"Literally, if you're only piss..."

"God, you're just a fucking comedian," she says. "Either close the door and leave me piss and we can fuck afterwards, or if it's your thing, fuck it I'll piss on you... or whatever it is you want."