Colors explode in Whumpee's vision. They grin, maneuvering through the crowd expertly. The pump of the music fills their ears, making their chest vibrate. In one hand, they nurse a beer, while the other claps down on the shoulder of Whumper.
"Shit, are you drunk already?" Whumper shouts over the music, watching Whumpee try to subtly lean on them.
Whumpee grins at them, nodding, raising their glass vaguely and downing it.
"Bastard! We just got here!"
Whumpee laughs, and Whumper does too, the kind that's contagious and makes the both of them laugh harder. They love Whumper like this.
"Hey, don't forget," Whumper says, tapping their breast pocket. Whumpee blinks, glancing down, spotting the baggie tucked safely away. Oh, yeah. They're supposed to be dealing with that, aren't they? "You forgot, didn't you?" Whumper smiles, snorting. "Dumbass, give it to me." They lean forward. "I got some stuff for us to smoke at home. Don't give me that look!"
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Later, when they're lying on the couch and barely awake, only just registering Whumper straddling their chest, they remember why they hate smoking so much.