Fitz flops down unceremoniously, setting in by hugging a throw pillow into himself. "I'm gonna pat the fuck outta some kittens once we're high." Because that's meditation. Like, for sure.
At least Armani is giving the paper bag the reverence it deserves. This is Illegal! Forbidden! And dare he say... Sexy? -- It's sexy, right? Just him? Okay.
He stares at it intensely, hair rising on the back of his neck. He's ready. New year, new him: tonight is the night he becomes an adult.
"Monch by the handful," Jupiter announces from the window seat with a cat-like smile. Knees pulled up to her chest, she's curled up comfy against pink pillows. "Or, I guess..." she reaches into her pocket, produces a mint tin, pops it open and retrieves a sheet of rolling paper, which she holds out for someone else to take. "Might need one of these."
Val claps her hands together, delighted. "Teach us how to roll a joint," she insists, eyes twinkling with excitement as she looks hopefully at Jupiter. They're about to commit a crime (in the state of Utah which has not legalized cannabis yet).
While some small part of Merlin wonders if he should trust Jupiter's joint-rolling any more than he trusts her cooking, he does know that she knows what she's doing. So he nods in agreement, echoing Val, though he sounds more determined than excited, "Yeah, Jupe. You're the expert; show us the ropes." For him, this is clearly a means to an end.
He puts out a hand for a rolling sheet, apparently intending to follow along with her demonstration.
"Shit," Jupiter barks a laugh that shows off all her teeth, then shoves herself out of the window seat to plop down nearer to the others. She slaps Merlin's shoulder affectionately as she drops to the floor. "We'll start with one and pass it."
This feels a little like leading the flock astray, and it's hard for Jupiter to keep a straight face as she rolls a joint with instructional slowness, then holds it up. "Alright my dudes, who wants to start?"
It isn't that Des is uncomfortable. Or at least not uncomfortable with smoking pot in a house that isn't his. It's just that the majority of the people here are just unknown enough to make him uncertain of how to play this.
So he keeps himself in his space, one leg bent and an arm hooked around it, the material of his jeans caught between his thumb and forefinger. He props his chin up onto his knee, shrugging as best as he can before tapping the index finger of his free hand to his nose in the universally accepted gesture for Not It.
Watching how quickly Desmond and Armani take themselves out of the running has the opposite impact on Merlin; he now wants to prove he isn't afraid to go first. He lifts his chin and puts out his hand to Jupiter again, this time for the joint. "...I'll go first."
Tybalt gives a long, approving, annoying whistle, and throws a lighter in Merlin's direction. He would've also gone first, but this seems like more fun.
"Yay Merlin!" Val says encouragingly. She was in the group of innocents silently waiting to see who'd go. The last thing Val wants is to look like an idiot. She needs a couple demonstrations to work off of.
"Big bless this big mess," Jupiter says to the group of them, as though in toast, as she offers the unlit cig ceremoniously to Merlin. "May the doink reveal to each of you your animagus form."
Fitz, bad at waiting his turn but determined to be at least a halfway-decent party guest, is already restless. He's totes in the circle because he likes being high and not because he wants to do better in class, because he... totally doesn't care about that. Like, at all. "If I'm a jellyfish can someone put me in a tub for the night? Maybe turn down the lights and leave me a lava lamp." He requests, flopping out to stretch on his stomach instead. "Drying out's a total party foul."
"No promises," Merlin answers, aiming a faint smirk at Fitz before he picks up Tybalt's lighter and takes the joint from Jupiter and just...stares at them for a moment. But he's in this now. He lights the joint and brings it to his lips, just managing not to cough as he pulls in the first breath of smoke. On the second he's less lucky, giving a small sputter as he holds it out in front of him and observes wryly, "...This tastes like shit."
He looks to Jupiter, uncertain just how long he's supposed to keep doing this.
Pax has been silently observing the whole time, just sort of lounging around on various other participants, munching on all the snacks she's brought. Doesn't seem so bad so far! She's not overly invested in trying this out, except that it might help her transform, so sitting on the sidelines until necessary seems like a good move.
Merlin's sputter and opinion on the taste makes her laugh, though, and she engages enough to hold out a cookie to him.
Armani claps unnecessarily for Merlin, impressed by his... big fat rip? Or maybe it's a medium sized rip. He can't tell the difference except that there's smoke. Either way, it's Forbidden and VERY Cool.
Felicity materializes next to Pax and takes a bite out of the cookie before anyone can stop her -- as good a sign as any that she'll someday turn into a raccoon. She swallows, but crumbs still manage to spill out of her mouth when she speaks. "Yeah, how do you feel? Your smoke clouds look like a..." Her eyes narrow in focus for a moment before suddenly going big. "A duck!"
Momentarily distracted by Armani's praise, which makes him perk up and flash the other boy a smile, Merlin doesn't realize that Felicity has intercepted his cookie until she starts goading him and he turns to see the damage. He gapes and, for the moment, all he feels is irritation.
"You look like a duck," he shoots back indignantly, reaching to take his treat from Pax. He forces himself to take one more deep drag on the joint before holding it out for someone else. That has to be enough, right?
Edited (...the exclamation point felt like too much. IDK. ) 2020-01-03 23:59 (UTC)
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He stares at it intensely, hair rising on the back of his neck. He's ready. New year, new him: tonight is the night he becomes an adult.
"How do we do it?" he asks the group quietly.
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"My possum-wife loves her drugs," he says with a wistful sigh.
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He puts out a hand for a rolling sheet, apparently intending to follow along with her demonstration.
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This feels a little like leading the flock astray, and it's hard for Jupiter to keep a straight face as she rolls a joint with instructional slowness, then holds it up. "Alright my dudes, who wants to start?"
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So he keeps himself in his space, one leg bent and an arm hooked around it, the material of his jeans caught between his thumb and forefinger. He props his chin up onto his knee, shrugging as best as he can before tapping the index finger of his free hand to his nose in the universally accepted gesture for Not It.
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He would've also gone first, but this seems like more fun.
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He looks to Jupiter, uncertain just how long he's supposed to keep doing this.
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Merlin's sputter and opinion on the taste makes her laugh, though, and she engages enough to hold out a cookie to him.
"Maybe this'll help," she chirps.
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"Do you feel anything?"
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"You look like a duck," he shoots back indignantly, reaching to take his treat from Pax. He forces himself to take one more deep drag on the joint before holding it out for someone else. That has to be enough, right?