You're campaigning for something else

"How about campaign mode first?" you say, batting your eyelashes. "I really liked the CoD XXIX campaign."

Darrell thinks about it for a second, even as he already moving toward the entertainment center, sliding the game into the console with practiced ease. The TV flickers to life, and the familiar Call of Duty logo appears on the screen. You grab one of the controllers from the small table—it's heavier than you remember, the grip familiar in your hands.

He's bent over the console, adjusting settings, when he glances back at you over his shoulder.

"Sure. Campaign first is fine. You smoke?" he asks casually, not looking at you directly. Just a simple question, like he's asking if you want water or something.

Your stomach tightens. You should say no. You should say no. You've been awake for—what, six hours? Seven?—and every single one of them has been a nightmare of panic and desperation and blowjobs and lies. Your mind is already foggy from exhaustion and adrenaline and the sheer trauma of the day. Smoking weed would make you slower, less sharp, more ****.