ed & stede: walking to the train from a concert venue and yes this takes place in new york
ed: fuck
stede: what?
ed: i wish we had brought a joint
stede: oh. damn
ed: you don’t have — do you?
stede: let me check
stede: wait
ed:
stede, holding up his hand with forefinger and thumb pressed together: aha!
ed: you got a lighter?
stede, digging in his pocket: yeah just… here!
ed: light it
stede, flicking the air: shit, i can never do this. here
ed, taking the “lighter” and “joint” from stede: don’t wanna hurt your thumb
stede: i don’t want any, anyway
ed:
stede:
ed: you don’t want any?
stede: nope :)
ed: of the imaginary joint?
stede: oh, ed, you’re no fun
ed, flicking his thumb and then taking a deep inhale: fine. *cough* more for me *cough cough cough*
stede: ed, be careful!
ed, still coughing: don’t wanna waste it
stede: you’re
ed, coughing for real now, bent over and bracing himself on his knees:
stede: do you need your inhaler?
ed, coughing:
stede, pulling his Funky Floral 32oz Owala Freesip from his bag: or some water?
ed, finally catching his breath: that’s actually some really good shit
stede: oh yeah?
ed, holding out his fingers: you want?
stede, about to fake cough so hard he throws up: yeah. give it here.