somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Thursday [04/20].

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MHA #4; Thursday [04/20].

Summer may give Apu a lot of crap all the time about his random holidays celebrated on very specific days, but there was one of those holidays that Summer herself celebrated with even more religiosity than the actual religious holidays out there, and this year was absolutely no exception.

It was practically a ritual, by now, and Summer had absolutely saved some of her best weed, of both terrestrial and space varieties, for this honored occasion, and she'd also scored some pretty dank catnip for Pancakes. A few select edibles to space throughout the day, a veritable smörgåsbord (and the promise of cupcakes later!!) for when the inevitable munchies kicked in, and a whole day of just blazing up, getting high as balls, and not worrying about anything but just straight vibing.

It was a good day. She had been looking forward to this day. And while she definitely just got high because she fucking liked being high, okay, there was the added bonus of this particular 4/20 being especially well-timed.

[[ open, open, open, if anyone wants to swing by and help celebrate, although I am almost definitely going to be on some SP shit. And of course, CW for continued drug use throughout the post, because, well...it's THAT day and I am legally obligated to have her make the most of it ]]

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Of course he was going to follow. There was no question.

"I'm glad you like them." As if Stark hadn't made them with her in mind. This was a far better reception than he could have hoped for though.

"And...I could smoke. I suppose. I'm already here and it was fine the last time..."

And that...was a far worse reaction than Summer had been hoping for, causing her to stop for a moment to side-eye Stark before adding the cupcakes to the clutter of snacks ans paraphernalia already on the coffee table, and feeling the first threads of...oh, no....an unexpectantly harshed buzz. Oh, god, did she totally misjudge this and make a huge mistake?

"I mean," she said, "you don't have to, if you don't want to, I just figured, you know..."

"No, no," Stark said quickly. "Just... I was thinking too much again. I didn't mean I didn't want to. I'm just... me."

Chronically nervous, basically.

"We should. I should. I did...I did like being so relaxed last time. With you. And Chiana. And we said we ought to try again, didn't we? So we should. And eat cupcakes. And... relax."

Summer's skeptical gaze lingered on Stark a little bit longer. "Are you sure?" she asked. "'Cause there's nothing worse than getting high with someone who doesn't actually want to get high as well."

Especially not when it was going so nicely by herself.

"I wouldn't do anything to make it a bad evening for you," Stark promised.

"I do want to. With you."

There was another long stretch of time of Summee just looking at Stark to size up that answer (and, okay, okay, her mind did sort of wander a little, too, enough that she briefly forgot why exactly she was giving Stark that look, this time), but then she nodded.

"Good," she sat down on the couch and leaned over the table and her neatly little pre-arranged joints to pluck one up, "because, clearly you could really fucking use it."

"I think you think I could always use it," Stark said quietly as he sat down, but he smiled as he said it.

"Am I meant to take my own?"

"Well," said Summer, grinning over, "I usually right, too, aren't I? And, nah, we can just share."

She was definitely taking a big first draw from it after she lit up before passing it over, though. Had to make up for that little dip there.

"You remember how?"

"You're usually right," Stark said, nodding. "Almost always."

Maybe actually always? But that was a lot of pressure to put on someone.

"I think I can remember," he said, smiling over at her and reaching for the joint. "If not, I'm sure you'll remind me."

"Just take it nice and slow," look at that, reminding him anyway, dropping back against the couch with a grin as keep her eyes on him, "and hold it."

And then she'd reach for her phone, to skip ahead to a new song.

"I can go slow," Stark said, looking over at her as he lifted the joint to prove exactly that, holding her gaze as he did so.

That next song wasn't really doing it for Summer, either, so she skipped ahead again while quirking an expectant brow back at Stark. Well, at that lingering gaze, anyway.

"Slow, Stark," she teased, "not glacial, got it?"

"I should go a little faster?" Stark asked, passing it back over to her.

"I don't want to do it wrong."

Don't be disappointed in him, Summer. He was a fragile glowy boy!

"Well," Summer mused, thumb still unable to settle on a song, and leaned forward to take it, another skip, and settled back with an important lift of her chin for her next toke, "hopefully, I'll be able to tell when it hits, because you'll just stop fucking worrying so damn much."

"Are you sure," Stark asked, with a sidelong glance and a tiny smirk, "it's strong enough for that?"

He could be self-aware!

The laugh cut Summer's drag a little short, leading into a little bit of a cough, but she was an expert here. She made a quick recovery and shook her head, leaning back in to pass to Stark again. Skipping another song. She was just trying to find something with just the right feel, thank you, and everything coming up was garbage.

"Hey, man," she said, "this is some of my space shit. This stuff should be, like, especially formulated to work on you. Or something. That's totally how biology works, sure, why not."

"If you say so," Stark said agreeably, taking it back. "You're almost always right. Right?"

He took another drag and leaned back.

"Thank you for sharing your space shit with me. Is...are you looking for a song?"

"I am almost always right," Summer reiterated, because that was important, and she sighed, frowning at her phone as she brought it up to look at it, "except when it comes to music, anyway. I don't know what I want to listen to now."

It was important! Important for Stark to remember and important for Summer to know that Stark remembered.

"I don't know what you want to listen to either," he told her, offering the joint back. "I don't listen to enough music. You'll find something. But if you don't you don't need to worry."

See, he could be taught.

Summer lifted her hand; he should keep it for a bit. She was in a good spot and he had some catching up to do, besides. "Now you're telling me not to worry, huh?" she snorted faintly, switching over to maybe a different playlist. "That did hit remarkably quick."

"i'm trying," Stark reminded her.

He was going to go along with the mood until the mood caught up to him, okay? Which might not be all that long from now, especially if he did hold on to the joint.

"And I thought it might make you smile."

"Well, mission accomplished," Summer allowed, proving it by smiling over at Stark while a few seconds of probably a half a dozen new songs blipped on by.

"Good. I'm glad. I like when you smile," Stark told her before taking another drag.

"Is it usually so hard to find a song?"

"No," Summer sighed a little. "Yes? Sometimes. I don't know, I think my music groove kind of got skewed when you showed up, like a record scratch and now I can't find the right--c

She stopped as she read the next song to pop up and barked a laugh, then rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, okay," she murmured sarcastically, "fine, Spotify, you win."

And she tossed the phone idly aside while it played and went to go grab another cupcake.

"And I'm going to try not to touch it again, or else we'll be skipping tracks all night, at this rate."

"Can I...help with your groove? Although...this sounds good," Stark said once he started actually listening to the song.

You know, maybe he'd just take another hit and sink a little deeper into the couch cushions.

"Is the second cupcake still good?"

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