Gremlins? No, that's not gonna work. They can't eat, but we're gonna eat? No, no.
( Steve chews contemplatively around his chip and considers their options. )
Bond can never be bad. I have no clue what 12 Angry Men is about but angry people can be hilarious. Maybe we should decide after we start to tweak out. ( seems like a decent excuse to not make a decision, right??? right. )
You're vetoing a movie because the fictional creatures can't eat after midnight, and we're going to have snacks?
I mean I agree, when you put it like that, but you know that's weird, right?
[oh, that's a much better excuse than any of the ones she came up for not having picked on her way over] That might be one of the best ideas you've ever had, yes, we'll pick then
Trust me, Robin. I'm looking out for high you. I don't want you crying because you feel bad for the Gremlins. I don't want me crying because I feel bad for the Gremlins.
( because Steve is sure as shit gonna eat a bunch of Hostess cupcakes, just better to not present a conflict of interest. he waves her along behind him, heading for the den because the chlorine from the pool just outside helps with the weed stink. plus, it has the bigger TV. win win. )
You haven't smoked at all, right? Not just weed, like... period.
[okay, yes, she would probably cry about that, that was a valid point. there was a good chance that just from this conversation she'd feel guilty having snacks while watching Gremlins going forward. she uses being waved into the other room as an excuse not to agree right now, though - he can find that out when she texts him about how it's his fault, next time she does watch that movie.
she follows and drops onto the couch, making herself comfortable just a touch more dramatically than usual, because for some reason that helps with the miniscule but not nonexistent bit of nerves she's still feeling about this]
Correct - this, definitely an option, obviously. cigarettes NEVER. disgusting.
( well, Steve has a tiny bit of nerves, too. not much. just a little! look, if she's never smoked before, there's a chance Robin will hack up a lung and immediately dislike the process. which is fair, sometimes the first hit of a joint is the worst goddamn part. Steve thinks it is worth it for feeling loose and liquid after. for him, weed can be like a reset button, and his brain is just determined to be happier after. which is nice, when stress makes happy and calm feel so far away sometimes.
Robin is on the couch, Steve sits on the floor like a goblin. the joint is already on the coffee table, ready and waiting. Steve drums fingers, trying to find the best way to explain to someone who has never smoked before. )
Okay. It's ... the first hit sucks. The smoke I mean. Burns, makes you cough, hurts your eyes somehow. Mine anyway. The second is easier. They all get easier after the first. I can show you, if you want.
[thank goodness they hit about peak embarrassing moments around each other very early in their friendship, so if she does hack up a lung, she doesn't have to worry about looking like an idiot doing so]
I guess that makes sense - like a defense mechanism, from the lungs. Um. Yeah, a demonstration can't hurt.
( no, he will completely understand. he hacked up a lung his first time. and then Tommy laughed, punched him in the tit, and obviously that made him cough more. Tommy also gave him no advice on how to go about taking a hit, so, that just made it worse. Steve wants Robin to have a good time, here. he'll try and make it as easy on her as possible.
it takes him a bit to light up — joints aren't quite as easy as cigarettes. once the burn seems even enough, he drops the lighter and takes the first drag. at least doing it means he can try and explain how it works when he hands it over. and it isn't without a slight cough as he contemplates, either. practice doesn't ever make perfect with not choking on weed smoke. )
Suck it into your mouth, and then just. Breathe? Just breathe. Don't hold it, you don't have to, it'll make you wanna die anyway. So just breathe, in and out. That's all you gotta do. ( he makes it sound so easy, right? )
[more proof he was way too damn good for his old "friends"
is it weird to be comparing his instructions to the first time she played tuba? oh well. she takes the joint from him and eyeballs it for a second, and then gives her first puff the "rip off the bandaid all at once" treatment
Which... in retrospect, probably directly undid some of his attempted preventative measures and contributed to her coughing fit]
( well. he tried. she inhaled that sucker like a capri sun. to be fair, Steve forgot to mention she didn't need a long drag. so in a way, isn't this kinda on him? he takes the lit joint as Robin gags, tries not to laugh and pats her on the back. because that's just what you do when someone coughs, Steve has no idea why, just that it is how things are done. )
Yeah, ( Steve agrees, and oh shit he's smiling, she's gonna know he's laughing on the inside. laughing with her, maybe? no, okay, at her. just a tiny bit. ) I should have known you were a goddamn over achiever. You don't have to take the whole thing in one go. ( Steve takes another puff, lead by example, and then offers it back. the second hit always goes down easier. ) Small breath this time, all right?
oh well, they're going to be laughing at each other plenty before this day is over, no doubt. and technically this makes him very right when he said the second one will be better]
I... may have been thinking about band practice on that first one.
[official verdict: NOT the same at all. lesson learned. but she does manage to follow his instructions better the second time. there's still a small cough, but it might be from that first over-achieving attempt, honestly.]
( much better! he's so proud! the hand on her back pats again, but this time in approval. nice work, Buckley, that was practically a reasonable toke. )
There you go. Not so bad, right? ( Steve isn't sure how much of this they should smoke, before Robin knows how hard it'll hit. two or three puffs probably won't kill her, though. ) One more, maybe, and we'll give it a minute. We still gotta pick a movie, someone has to put it in before we're too blazed to run a VCR.
[ the approval back pat is much nicer than the stop choking variety, in Robin's opinion ]
Not so bad. Almost alright. [ The third pass is probably actually alright - she manages not to cough, which is good. it'll be easier to come back to now she's managed to get past that.
Then she hops up because yes, this is not Russian truth drugs, but she does remember how suddenly she become completely useless then. she pops both of the non-veto'd vhs tapes out of their cases and spins around to face him again, shuffling them behind her back. ] Okay, pick a hand.
Almost alright. There you go. ( Steve makes one of his stupid faces, how he could ever of called out Tammy Tompkins when his face just does these things, is entirely unclear. and then he reclaims the spliff as Robin bounces up, takes another drag himself. Steve waggles his finger, mutters ennie-meenie-miney-moe under his breath, but it's all blurred together through distinct laziness, so it really just sounds like enmineminemuh.)
There's my tiger, ( he finally decides, jabbing at a case, before giving Robin a look with eyebrows aloft. expectant for the reveal of the night's entertainment. )
[ She would have to fight anyone who compared his stupid faces to the muppet voice, including him if it came to it, because yes, Robin would also describe them as stupid faces, but they were some of her favorite things. It was about impossible for her not to end up grinning ridiculously when he made those faces, now especially.
She glanced over her shoulder before she pulled the tapes back out from behind her back, ] Bond, James Bond, it is!
( well, the whole idea of getting toked and watching a movie was they should get to be blazed out of their minds and get to have a decent time while they did it. so, Robin grinning is an auspicious sign, even though Steve isn't as aware of the dumb things his face does, so he's not aware that's the cause. frankly doesn't matter, he just likes seeing Robin smiling. )
Perfect. Shaken, not stirred. ( Steve doesn't have a great british accent, but, not being good at something has never stopped him from doing it. actually, it has stopped him from doing things, but it's character development in action that he'll risk looking ridiculous for Robin. his expression shifts, and his confusion is genuine when he adds, ) Hey, what's the difference? Isn't shaken just about the same as stirred?
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Date: 2022-07-31 12:20 am (UTC)( Steve chews contemplatively around his chip and considers their options. )
Bond can never be bad. I have no clue what 12 Angry Men is about but angry people can be hilarious. Maybe we should decide after we start to tweak out. ( seems like a decent excuse to not make a decision, right??? right. )
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Date: 2022-07-31 01:40 am (UTC)I mean I agree, when you put it like that, but you know that's weird, right?
[oh, that's a much better excuse than any of the ones she came up for not having picked on her way over] That might be one of the best ideas you've ever had, yes, we'll pick then
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Date: 2022-07-31 01:50 am (UTC)( because Steve is sure as shit gonna eat a bunch of Hostess cupcakes, just better to not present a conflict of interest. he waves her along behind him, heading for the den because the chlorine from the pool just outside helps with the weed stink. plus, it has the bigger TV. win win. )
You haven't smoked at all, right? Not just weed, like... period.
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Date: 2022-07-31 02:14 am (UTC)she follows and drops onto the couch, making herself comfortable just a touch more dramatically than usual, because for some reason that helps with the miniscule but not nonexistent bit of nerves she's still feeling about this]
Correct - this, definitely an option, obviously. cigarettes NEVER. disgusting.
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Date: 2022-07-31 02:43 am (UTC)Robin is on the couch, Steve sits on the floor like a goblin. the joint is already on the coffee table, ready and waiting. Steve drums fingers, trying to find the best way to explain to someone who has never smoked before. )
Okay. It's ... the first hit sucks. The smoke I mean. Burns, makes you cough, hurts your eyes somehow. Mine anyway. The second is easier. They all get easier after the first. I can show you, if you want.
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Date: 2022-07-31 03:13 am (UTC)I guess that makes sense - like a defense mechanism, from the lungs. Um. Yeah, a demonstration can't hurt.
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Date: 2022-08-01 03:43 am (UTC)it takes him a bit to light up — joints aren't quite as easy as cigarettes. once the burn seems even enough, he drops the lighter and takes the first drag. at least doing it means he can try and explain how it works when he hands it over. and it isn't without a slight cough as he contemplates, either. practice doesn't ever make perfect with not choking on weed smoke. )
Suck it into your mouth, and then just. Breathe? Just breathe. Don't hold it, you don't have to, it'll make you wanna die anyway. So just breathe, in and out. That's all you gotta do. ( he makes it sound so easy, right? )
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Date: 2022-08-04 06:02 pm (UTC)is it weird to be comparing his instructions to the first time she played tuba? oh well. she takes the joint from him and eyeballs it for a second, and then gives her first puff the "rip off the bandaid all at once" treatment
Which... in retrospect, probably directly undid some of his attempted preventative measures and contributed to her coughing fit]
Well... still way better than the needle.
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Date: 2022-08-04 07:34 pm (UTC)Yeah, ( Steve agrees, and oh shit he's smiling, she's gonna know he's laughing on the inside. laughing with her, maybe? no, okay, at her. just a tiny bit. ) I should have known you were a goddamn over achiever. You don't have to take the whole thing in one go. ( Steve takes another puff, lead by example, and then offers it back. the second hit always goes down easier. ) Small breath this time, all right?
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Date: 2022-08-04 08:36 pm (UTC)oh well, they're going to be laughing at each other plenty before this day is over, no doubt. and technically this makes him very right when he said the second one will be better]
I... may have been thinking about band practice on that first one.
[official verdict: NOT the same at all. lesson learned. but she does manage to follow his instructions better the second time. there's still a small cough, but it might be from that first over-achieving attempt, honestly.]
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Date: 2022-08-04 10:58 pm (UTC)There you go. Not so bad, right? ( Steve isn't sure how much of this they should smoke, before Robin knows how hard it'll hit. two or three puffs probably won't kill her, though. ) One more, maybe, and we'll give it a minute. We still gotta pick a movie, someone has to put it in before we're too blazed to run a VCR.
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Date: 2022-08-06 05:14 pm (UTC)Not so bad. Almost alright. [ The third pass is probably actually alright - she manages not to cough, which is good. it'll be easier to come back to now she's managed to get past that.
Then she hops up because yes, this is not Russian truth drugs, but she does remember how suddenly she become completely useless then. she pops both of the non-veto'd vhs tapes out of their cases and spins around to face him again, shuffling them behind her back. ] Okay, pick a hand.
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Date: 2022-08-08 05:05 am (UTC)There's my tiger, ( he finally decides, jabbing at a case, before giving Robin a look with eyebrows aloft. expectant for the reveal of the night's entertainment. )
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Date: 2022-08-12 02:45 pm (UTC)She glanced over her shoulder before she pulled the tapes back out from behind her back, ] Bond, James Bond, it is!
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Date: 2022-08-20 09:01 pm (UTC)Perfect. Shaken, not stirred. ( Steve doesn't have a great british accent, but, not being good at something has never stopped him from doing it. actually, it has stopped him from doing things, but it's character development in action that he'll risk looking ridiculous for Robin. his expression shifts, and his confusion is genuine when he adds, ) Hey, what's the difference? Isn't shaken just about the same as stirred?