@freyaasquith
Charles was truly the golden boy of Hollywood. Never in his life had he done drugs before, always played by the rules, and tried his best to stay out of trouble--anything that would mean there'd be a chance to sacrifice his own success, or worse, his family's disapproval. However, things were changing, views were shifting, and Charles just needed a break from being suffocated into perfection for once in his life. He would never have thought mercy would be dealt from Freya Asquith's hand, particularly by means of the joint she was lighting for both of them, much less at his behest. The smell was still terrible, but he didn't turn away, willing himself to embrace it as he watched her take the lead.
"Why do I have this feeling that if your parents ever caught you with this, you'd blame me for the whole thing?" he asked, smile hinting at his eyes as he watched the smoke pour out, readying himself for his inevitable turn.
