Sydney gets frisky

You pass the joint along to Alyssa when you're done with it, and it continues along the circle for a while longer. You lose track of the time, but Gemma hasn't come looking for you, so apparently it doesn't matter. There aren't any customers waiting inside, anyway.

Sydney passes the joint to you and you notice something peculiar when you turn to look at her. No longer is she just lying on the asphalt. Seemingly without even noticing, your friend has stuck her hand down the front of her black waitress's pants. At first you think it's a comfort thing-- everyone knows that one of the warmest parts of your body is between your legs, and hey, she's high. She's not going to be acting normally. But then you notice the way the tendons in her forearm are moving, and the muffled movements of her hand in her pants.

You're fascinated by the sight. It looks like Sydney might not even know what she's doing. Her eyes are shut, and she's smiling slightly, but hell, this isn't anything like what you look like when you masturbate. It's more than a little strange.