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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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?"

Summer had plucked the worm out again and taken a big bite of the cupcake, failing to stop a few crumbs from tumbling down, and when she finished the bite, she herself in rather music and the next part as she quietly sang along,

"Now it's three in the mornin'
And I'm tryin' to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls
And to my message, you reply:"

She'd gotten more caught up in it the longer it went, so of course she was giving that dramatic pause before tumbling into the next line.

"Why'd you only call me when you're high."

And grinned, with another bite, a hum of the repeat since her mouth was full and then a blatant declaration of a jokingly defensive, "I don't know this song...

"And still good," she assured him, swallowing down that bite and then offering the rest out to him with one hand while holding out the other along side it, "Switch?"

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Stark was watching her as she took those bites, and as she sang, and smiling. When she offered the cupcake he nodded and held out the joint in return.

"Yes, switch. Thank you," he said before taking a bite.

"Oh. They are good."

"Told you," Summer preened, pulling herself up as importantly as she could manage without having to shift much more from the comfort of her slouch as she drew in her next puff like a victory, and, when she finally breathed out again, nice and slow, before offering it back, "Might as well make it always right."

"You know," Stark said after finishing off the rest of the cupcake, heedless of any crumbs or frosting that might have stuck to his chin, "you might be."

Cupcake gone he was free to take the joint again for another nice, slow puff.

"That's why I always try to listen." Even if he didn't always succeed.

"You've got a little..." Summer said, tapping her own chin to show Stark where that pesky frosting had wound up; she would have just gone ahead and wiped it off for him, but she'd hit a very comfortable spot against the cushions and in the music and couldn't be bothered to move when she could just grin at him taking care of it himself.

Stark rubbed his hand against his chin, hopefully getting that frosting off his chin.

"See. Listening again. To you."

Another smile and he held out what was left of the joint.

Of course, now Stark just had frosting on his hand, but Summer would just let him figure out what to do with that one, too, as she grinned, shook her head. Held up her hand. "Yours," she said. "Kill it. I'm pretty good," she wriggled into the cushions as if the emphasize just how good, "right now."

"Good," Stark said. "It's good you're good. I'm good."

He was, in fact, going to 'kill it' to prove that point too.

"Sometimes it's easier to be good here."

With Summer, of course.

"Well, I'm sure the pot and the cupcakes have a lot to do with it," said Summer, with a laugh, and a flippancy that, in more sober circumstances, she would have known better to have used.

"Not just that," Stark protested though it wasn't much of a protest. "You help."

A pause.

"And you did supply the pot."

Summer did look over at Stark speculatively, during that pause, to see hoe or if he might elaborate on that, and when he did, she had to laugh.

"And," she added, with a of of her eyes for emphasis,"practically had to draaaag you over here just to join me."

She was maybe exaggersting, a little.

"I came downstairs all on my own and I brought you chocolate," Stark told her, but he was grinning.

"There wasn't any dragging. You haven't dragged me anywhere."

Not since last Friday night, anyway.

"Yet," said Summer, with a grin right back. But not now. Too comfy...

"And you did bring me chocolate," she agreed, and giggled just a little when she added, "and worms. But was it really all on your own when I asked you to bring them?"

Punctuated with a lofty lift of her eyebrow.

"You might be right. Again. You're right so often. But the worms were my idea. I think."

Probably (definitely) inspired by the Gross Wedding picture that was still on his fridge.

"But you can drag me somewhere if you like."

Except the couch was very comfy under normal circumstances and extra comfy right now.

"I think I might," Summer decided, like there had been any question there to begin with. "Later. This is pretty nice right here, at the moment. And the worms were a good idea. Definitely big points there."

"Thank you," Stark said. "Just a little gross. Because I like a little gross. And they were candy. I didn't get the sour ones. They aren't as good with chocolate. But these were good and chocolate is good and...relaxing is good. You're relaxing."

Even if sometimes she made him nervous but at least for the moment there were no thoughts at all of 'we need to talk' in his head. Just nice calm thoughts and maybe a desire for more chocolate.

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