late as shit & cigarette smoke & greatest hits

“Because ‘innovative’ is your middle name,” She couldn’t deny the teasing grin on her face, which slips away as he pulls out the item of topic. “You’ve decorated it now? You are getting way too attached to that thing.” Swatting away the offer, she shook her head. “I’ll take my marijuana the good ol’ fashion way, thank you. Not out of something that looks like a thumb drive wrapped in off-brand patterns.” 

“I’m a businessman, Stella, an entrepreneur,” he said, hitting the juul again, reverse inhaling just to be obnoxious, “The juul is a technological masterpiece. This tiny inconspicuous thing can get me high in public. Even less suspicious than a dab pen. You can’t deny that’s key.”

“You’re really fuckin’ proud of yourself, aren’t ya?” Stella commented, unimpressed as she barely looked up to see what he was talking about. “You’re going to sit here and use them all yourself. And then waste even more money on that piece of shit juul.” 

“They’re weed pods Stella, this is innovation,” he said, placing one of the pods in his obnoxious gucci-skinned juul, hitting it, and holding it out to her, “You know you want to.”