“You can just owe me. Don’t worry, it’ll just be a small favor like helping me hide a dead body or escaping to Mexico.” It was strange having an actual conversation at one of these things, when most of her friends with either too far gone to do anything but giggle or all they would talk about was who they wanted to hook up with that night. After five minutes of either, Hope was ready to go home. Contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t a huge fan of parties. Not ones like this.
Chad’s expression following his sip from the solo cup caused Hope to laugh out loud, raising her brow as she held out her joint in a trade. She took the cup into her hands but didn’t drink from it right away, leaning back against the couch and letting herself relax for once. Angling her head slightly so that she faced her companion, Hope rolled her eyes in mock-annoyance, their conversation bordering on complete sarcasm.
“If you’re that desperate to hang out with me, I guess I’ll oblige.” It was then that she took a sip of the mystery drink, the kick hitting her in the back of the throat. God, whoever made this wanted the receiver to black out. She pulled an expression of disgust but decided to keep drinking anyway, trying to focus on the underlying sweetness instead of the mix of something that tasted like bleach, hoping that maybe it would let her enjoy herself a little more.
“So what’ve you been up to all night?”
shoulders rise and fall with the laughter that escapes his lips, head tilting back ever - so - slightly at the amusement of. “ ⸻ no shit . . . seriously ? you mean i’ve already been reduced to the side - kick or, even worse, the getaway driver ?! ” sarcasm is laced in every syllable, a wide grin paired with just in case there was any question on to whether he was joking or not. but he had to admit, she was already proving to be great no, fantastic company.
fingers extend, accepting the trade as he takes the joint from and brings it to his lips. a long inhale is taken before he holds it in, sinking down a little further into the couch before finally exhaling the smoke out of the corner of his mouth in the opposite direction of where she’s sitting. but as dark eyes focus upon, all he offers is a mischievous smile in return as he absentmindedly rolls the joint between two fingers.
“ yeah, you’ll oblige ? well for that, i am completely honored. ” he teases, watching as she takes a drink from the glass. and a small chuckle leaves his lips when her face contorts from the pungency of. “ oh yeah, i think i forgot to mention that whoever made that made it strong as shit. so you might want to go easy with it. you know, small sips, that kind of thing. ” of course, that doesn’t matter now that she’d already fallen victim to, but that was kind of the point, wasn’t it ?
but all humor aside, attention shifts to hope once more and shoulders pull upwards into a shrug before he brings the joint back up to his lips. “ well, earlier i was part of a beer pong showdown. but unfortunately, me and my partner got knocked out about halfway through so i had to find other things to keep me entertained. ” hand motions towards the cup she’s holding. “ what about you ? ”
