A goes to a house party with new friends B and C. B and C are experiences snz snuff users; A is curious but hasn't tried it before. In a corner half an hour or so into the party, B and C get to easing A into their first high. C is already pretty stoned themself; B's just a bit buzzed. They help A dose the stuff show them how to take it.
A doesn't feel anything at first; they're not supposed to. The way the snuff works, B explains while C tracks down the host to ask for a q-tip, once it's in your bloodstream, sneezing lets the high hit. A nods along. Their nose is already tingling. They don't know it's not supposed to be.
C comes back with a few q-tips in hand and asks A if they've ever made themself sneeze before. A says no, which C finds hilarious. They take A's face gently under the chin and slide the q-tip inside one nostril.
The tickle intensifies and A's chest heaves while C twirls the q-tip inside A's nose, pressing against the sensitive membranes. They sneeze, snapping forward, and C is just a little too slow to move their hand, lodging the q-tip deeper in A's nose.
The sensation is unbearable—A sneezes, and sneezes, and sneezes, while B frets and C laughs their ass off. Eventually, they come back to their senses enough to pull the q-tip out, but that sensation launches them into another flurry of desperate, uncontrollable sneezes.
"Fuck," C says, still giggling, "you're gonna be so fucked up."
A laughs, and sneezes again, then cackles as their head starts to spin, the itch in their nose barely abating. They sneeze again, and again, now ducking into their sleeve in a pathetically haphazard attempt to contain their leaking nose.
By the time the sneezing stops, A is so stoned they can't walk straight and ready to have a very silly night.