! smoking weed with him !
Stanley gives you a cheeky smile as he takes the cigarette from his mouth. He knew what he was doing, you didn't want to smoke weed with him.
And he didn't care.
"Go on," He raises an eyebrow at you.
"No," You reply with a growl, "And if you think I'm kissing you with drug breath, you're wrong."
"Oh, come on," Stanley places a hand on your waist, looking you in the eyes, you turned away from his face - fearing a kiss.
However, he just awkwardly brought a hand in front of your face, holding the cigarette he had just used.
"Come on, Y/N," He smirks, "It's really easy, I'll teach you."
"Fine," You submit to him, as you usually do and took a puff of the joint only to start coughing violently. He just laughs as you choke, "Fuck you."