The Five Demigods

Chapter 119

Scott choked on his exhale and passed the blunt back to Kirstie.

"Owwwwwwww." He groaned out, holding his chest, then proceeded to cough even more.

Kirstie just giggled as she took it from him.

"You good, babe?" She snickered, knowing exactly how much his chest burned right about now.

Scott shook his head as he panted, holding onto the grass for dear life. "Wooooah." He moaned, staring at the ground.

"You ready to tap out?" She took a long puff and held it, waiting for Scott to answer.

She could barely contain her laughter when he looked at her. What she saw was Scott, who was stoned out of his mind.

"Oh, my god. You're fucked up!" She cackled, smoke going out her nose. She pinched and rubbed it, trying to get the burning to subside a bit, with no luck.

"It's not that bad." Scott chuckled as he laid back on the grass and closed his eyes. "Oooooh, bad idea." He said quickly, then sat back up, hoping that would help the slight spinny feeling.

"Girl, I can barely see your eyeballs." Kirstie pointed out.

Scott waved her off and silently asked for the blunt.

Kirstie made a face and shook her head as she exhaled. "Nah, this one's done."

Scott snorted. "Oki." He smiled. "You're hair is really pretty."

Kirstie rolled her eyes and pulled out a pipe from her bag and loaded it.

"Yeah?" She returned his smile and handed him the piece.

He nodded and took the pipe from Kirstie and looked at it.

Kirstie raised an eyebrow. "You sure you want another hit? We've already had like two blunts and a joint."

"I'm not a quitter. Gimme the lighter." He tried, holding out his hand.

"Bitch, do you even know what you're doing?"

"I had a life before this, I'll have you know." He sassed her.

"Oh, really now?" She raised an eyebrow. "You mean, other than fucking everything with two legs?"

Scott made a face and nodded. "Okay, maybe I was a little bit of a slut."

"A little bit? You spent more time in bed than I did on the water!" She joked.

"Meeeeeeh," he made a face, "maybe a close second."

Kirstie snorted and tossed him the lighter, hitting his knuckle by accident.

"Ow!" He looked at his hand, seeing a tiny red mark on his first knuckle. "Oww!" He pouted and looked at Kirstie.

"It was an accident. Now take your hit. I got the munchies and I wanna see my daughter. Let's finish this bowl and go, yeah?"

Scott nodded as he brought the pipe to his mouth and lit it, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs.

"Ohh, hold it, hold it, hold it." Kirstie chanted, seeing the hit he took.

Scott held for about two seconds before the burn got too much and he coughed out the smoke, rather than exhaling it.

Kirstie rushed to take the stuff from him as he died on the ground, holding his chest again.

"Oh, my god." He groaned, then went into another fit of coughing.

"Bitch!" She said with a laugh, looking at the pipe. "Next time you're gonna take the entire bowl to your head, maybe tell me." She looked at Scott, who was now laying down.