Murphy X 10k

last hit

Murphy flicked the ash off of the thin blunt he was holding between his two fingers. Ever since he was introduced to Z Weed, he was never found without it in his hands. Usually he liked to smoke with Cassandra, or even Doc, but today he was alone leaning against the truck, taking a few puffs from the blunt before exhaling. The billow of smoke that left Murphy's lungs caught 10k's attention; sitting on a boulder not far from were Murphy was. A quick break from travelling on the road currently had Warren and Addy searching for gas, and Doc searching for anything useful inside the line of cars that were abandoned on the side of the road. 10k was left to watch out for Z's, and well, Murphy from running off, mostly.

10k had no interest in drugs, he's heard of the crazy things they can make you do. Although, ever since some of the group members had started to smoke Z Weed, he was becoming curious. Even Cassandra, who was half-turned couldn't get enough of the stuff. It was marijuana, right? How bad could that be, it only made you giggle. And hungry. Or, at least that's what it seemed like. 10k has always observed everyone's behavior, especially Murphy's. The sharpshooter noticed that Murphy either smiled like he would never stop, or he went silent as could be when he was high enough to make their reality bearable. He's not sure which one was better, either: Murphy having the time of his life, or him finally shutting the fuck up.

Murphy was down to his last hit, the end of the blunt almost reaching his fingertips. He raised it to his lips, but then stopped halfway, eyes catching 10k's watchful stare. The sharpshooter blinked up at the other as Murphy eyed both the blunt and the kid across from him.

"C'mere, kid." Murphy said suddenly, 10k almost didn't realize he had said anything at all. He blinked stupidly at him again, looking down at the Z Weed, then looking back up at him.

"The rest isn't going to smoke itself." He spoke up again. Finally realizing what Murphy was saying, 10k stood up from the rock he was sitting on, and warily made his way over to Murphy. 10k stood in front of him, not sure what to do next from there. Murphy had already brought the blunt up to his lips, giving it a few puffs. 10k watched, his gaze transfixed on the other's motions. He jumped a little when he felt Murphy's surprisingly gentle fingers on the back of his neck, holding him in place. Murphy's head lowered and 10k suddenly realized how close they were, Murphy's blue features invading his space and he was wanting more than anything to back away, but Murphy's hand wouldn't let him move.

The older man tapped his thumb from the hand on 10k's neck against his cheek, the younger man getting the message. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth and Murphy moved in close, lips hovering over 10k's own as he blew smoke into his mouth. It was weird, the whole thing was. Murphy, the Z Weed, the fact that they're so close to each other like this. 10k inhaled the best he could; he's never done this before and he's sure he's going to get this wrong. Murphy stepped back, his hand falling away from 10k's neck. 10k let out a few coughs, face screwed up tightly and flushed red. Murphy mockingly laughed at the sight and 10k didn't even feel the need to be embarrassed, his head already feeling different from the smoke.

10k felt heavier, and a little dazed. Murphy dropped the rest into the dirt and watched 10k's expression. Murphy smirked at the younger man seeing how 10k's face softened and his his eyes started to get puffy from the high.

"How is it, kid?" Murphy asked teasingly. 10k wasn't sure how to respond so he only nodded his head, lips quirking into an unwilling smile. Murphy knew 10k was trying not to laugh and it made Murphy only laugh in response. Soon the two were giggling at each other like idiots.

"What's up with you two?" Doc's voice called out, Warren and Addy trailing behind him with a few cans of gas. All three of them looked at 10k and Murphy with odd expressions. 10k almost looked like he was going to shit his pants with the way his eyes widened and darted back forth between Murphy and the others. Murphy giggled nervously at Doc's question, being unhelpful to 10k's pleading looks for him to say something.

The nervous air didn't last long as 10k couldn't help but smile right back at the others, another fit of giggles threatening to spill right out of him. The realization dawned on Doc as his expression became playful and knowing, while Warren and Addy just gave Murphy disapproving looks.

"You smoked some of that Z Weed, didn't you, kid?" Doc walked over to the truck where the two stood. 10k hummed and smiled to himself and answered, "This isn't what I thought it would feel like." Doc laughed and rounded the corner of the truck. "Yeah, well, wait until you're too stoned to know what or where the hell you are." Warren glared over at Murphy, who mouthed a silent 'what?' in response. She rolled her eyes and started to refill the trunk's tank.

Once she was finished, Addy put the rest of the gas cans in the back of the truck as Warren climbed into the drivers seat. Everyone saw that as their cue to get back in the truck and continue on down the road, 10k clumsily made his way in the truck's bed, the Z Weed making it difficult to focus. He could hear Murphy's sneaker from the front but chose to ignore it this time. Just this once while he settled in the back and let his body relax for the first time in what seemed like forever.