Dee's feet were getting cold anyways, so she didn't complain when her little toes got a slap from Ave, and she withdrew them within the window and rolled up the window. Now she just spread out along the backseat, amusing herself by counting the street lights they passed as they rode on, back home. Ave said a few things, mostly to herself, and then the young woman could smell the weed. It wasn't a terribly unfamiliar scent; when she was in school, she had heard of a few people who smoked it often enough, and even a few of her friends had gotten into it. She mostly smelled it in the bathrooms and at a couple of concerts they had dragged her to, but she had never tried it for herself. It was so long ago though, she couldn't even remember the names of her girlfriends from then.<br/><br/>She breathed deeply the scent that wafted into the backseat, almost hoping Ave would let her try... but then she killed the butt and stopped, and Dee knew they were still very far from the mansion. She might have sat up and looked out, but she was so dazed by the alcohol, and the second-hand high she was getting. It seemed like hours later that Ave opened the door she was resting her feet on and slapped her delicate little toes again, and Dee scooted over for the other woman that Ave had found. She self-consciously straightened her tussled hair out and put on a kind smile for the girl, which came easy to her anyways. She was so drunk, anything was amusing.