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Jade's bedroom was a wondrous, sun-dappled place, speckled with little striations of sunlight at this dim hour, casting through the thin curtains like tiger stripes. Her bed itself, a fluffy, magical thing, provided ample cushioning for the illicit activities that were to take place this fine afternoon slash evening, and with no authority figures (both parental and governmental) that were around to give a shit, they were free to do so as long as they liked. Several sticks of incense burned quietly in the corners of the room, filling the air with a peaceful, placid scent, floral and sweet and a little woody at the same time, saturating the air with aroma. Between the two of them sat a ginormous bong.
Well, okay, maybe ginormous was a bit exaggerated, but it was still big enough that you could probably beat someone to death with it if it wasn't made of glass and thus highly fragile, decorated with as many flowers and cute puppies in sticker form as Jade could possibly cram onto its glass surface. It was simple, very bare-bones in make and model, nothing particularly interesting about it in its form. It was just a big, tall bong, with a lot of weed stuffed into it. Gamzee pulled out a heavy looking metal zippo lighter, also bludgeon-worthy, coated in a fine layer of scarring ash and dust, and began to take a hit.
They had already begun the laborious and highly rewarding process of hotboxing Jade's entire bedroom a good fifteen minutes prior, so Jade was sitting at a comfortable level of buzz, her eyes starting to go a little red with dryness. Of course, her intention today was to go far beyond "comfortable level of buzz", perhaps to a sort of ego-self-destructive level of transcendental fucked-up-ness where she would meld completely into her bed until the cloth and her were inseparable, and Gamzee could come join too. Jade would very much like to get smashed as shit, and was well on her way to achieving such a lofty goal.
Gamzee put his mouth over the top of the bong and sucked the smoke into his mouth like it was life-giving oxygen, blowing it out his nose like an angry dragon seconds later, his hair falling around his face like a particularly sleepy lion's mane. He let his head loll all the way back on his neck like it was on a loose hinge, coughing up the last bits of smoke quietly before taking a sip from an open water bottle to clear out the scorched sensation inside his throat. Oh yeah, life was good. He was dressed about as appropriately for the occasion as one could be, with an Insane Clown Posse shirt and soccer shorts that were maybe two sizes two big but tied super tight around his waist, a pillow in his lap cushioning him from the hot glass and also providing the side benefit of having a pillow in his lap.
Jade, meanwhile, was dressed down for comfort. For once, not a long skirt, but instead sweatpants. And a sweatshirt. And a blanket around her shoulders, because why go for half-measures when you were trying to achieve transcendental levels of relaxation? Gamzee quietly nodded along to the music playing from Jade's laptop, which had devolved from "recognizable sounds" into "indeterminate rhythm and noise providing a pleasant sensation to the aural canals". They were certainly saying lyrics, and making noises with their guitars, but it was all quickly devolving into a pleasant mush that Gamzee did not have the wherewithal to pay much more attention to, considering they had also eaten pot brownies an hour ago.
Frankly, it was a miracle they were still able to sit up and smoke. Jade popped her mouth over top and lit it up with her own lighter, a much cheaper, green plastic affair, the kind you could get at any convenience store or gas station or gas station convenience store. Pull the bowl out, let the smoke filter up, smooth as silk. She drew it into her mouth, into her lungs, and tilted her head back to blow some off-kilter smoke rings, letting them quickly spin out and destabilize into puffs of greyish mist, joining their brethren in the indistinct, formless earthy mass filling the room.
Putting the bong back in Gamzee's hands, she took a moment to lie back, flopping down onto the bed and beginning to laugh.