“No,” I admit.
“That’s what I thought.” He leans back and takes a long draw.
“What? Just because I haven’t done it before means I can’t try it now?” I argue at his flawed logic.
“She wants to try it, Titus. Let her,” Link chimes in.
“Yeah, let me.” I push up onto my knees and reach for the joint which Titus holds just out of my grasp.
“Are you sure?” His eyes narrow into slits.
“Oh my god, it’s just weed. Let me have it.” I sigh audibly, my courage fueled by the slight buzz of alcohol swimming in my veins.
“Fine,” he finally concedes, handing me the joint.
I’ve never smoked anything before, but by the looks of it, it doesn’t seem too difficult. I put it between my lips and pull in a deep breath. The instant the smoke hits my lungs they protest the intake. I pull the joint away, doing my best not to cough. It doesn’t do me much good because seconds later I break into a coughing fit.
Link laughs, but Titus doesn’t seem to find it a little bit amusing. If I wasn’t so preoccupied with not trying to cough up a lung I might wonder why that is.
“Give me that.” Titus grabs the joint from my hand.
“You need to relax, T.” Link chuckles. “She’s a big girl.”
I look up just in time to see Titus throw Link a warning glare.
“It’s fine,” I manage to choke out as my lungs seem to settle. Reaching for my beer, I take a drink, the cold liquid soothing my now raw throat. “Let me have another.” I gesture to the joint clenched between Titus’ fingers.
“Fallon.” My name sounds like heaven on his lips and all I want to do is hear him say it over and over again.
“Just one more.” I reach up and take the joint back, bringing it to my lips before he can protest.
I take another deep inhale, the burn no better the second time around. However, this time I manage to hold it in a lot longer and only cough once as I blow it out.
“Well I’ll be damned. Look at that. She’s a pro already.” Link beams at me.
I smile, my entire body seeming to relax as the weed starts to take effect.