the party rages on as jared passes between sweat slicked bodies, the bass of the music thrumming, vibrations running through the floorboards. he doesn’t know who’s house it is, nor does he care, pleasantly inebriated without even having to spend a dime. HIGH, all thanks to the generosity of others— cheers to that. he’s in his element, a blissed grin almost a permanence tonight. with grace, agile fingers reach out to snag a joint resting behind someone’s ear, placing it between his lips as he heads toward the back of the room, leaning against the wall. he turns to the other, been letting his gaze wander over to them throughout the duration of the event, ❝ want some? ❞ he asks, raising the joint pointedly as he takes it from his lips, reaching into his pocket for his lighter.
