“You know what sounds really fun? Pretending to be getting married and going to that nice cake shop downtown and doing a cake tasting day…”
Dean had just took a hit from the rolled blunt in his hand. He had been feeling pretty relaxed and mellow due to the affects of the drug. “Dude, some red velvet cake would really hit the spot right now.” he chuckled softly. He reached out towards her, essentially offering her the blunt. “Want a hit?”

















