Funny. But no, [ and there's a soft smirk here ] I get someone with nice big hands to cover for me. It's easy.

[ Take that.

Tris watches him light one on the other and opts to take the joint straight from his fingertips with his mouth, half a kiss on Wolfgang's fingertips as he pulls away and takes the first hot hit of it, tasting the cloying mix and letting it sit inside of him a moment before he lets it go. As he speaks, the smoke writhes in shapes on the air. ] Don't be a rock tonight, okay? Tell me I'm pretty or something.

[ He pulls back and finds a good seat before getting down, joint caught between his lips and then his fingers for another hit before he lets that settle. ]

Sit. This is Nic's good shit. I can tell. [ You're being generous. It's the best batch she's hawked. ]