It had become a tradition at this point. When everyone else had gone home but them. Hermes because he had "work" to do, and Fry because Bender had company over and having a meatbag there sometimes turned the ladies off.
The first time was because Fry had walked into Hermes' office, not knowing he was there and hoping to steal one of the coats he always left to use as a blanket, and caught him red handed.
"Benda have company again tonight, mon?" Hermes asks as Fry opens the door, adding one last stamp to a document before packing it away.
Fry gives a shrug, "It's the third time this week, I don't know why he cares so much. Just lock me in my room! I wouldn't mind." That couch was starting to kill his back.
"Oh ya know he'll get ova this one soon, she won't last long wit his shiny ass." Hermes opens his desk drawer, pulling out a small pipe like device and a baggy of some greenish dried plant.
Fry laughs, and sits on the desk, watching Hermes pack the pipe and light it, taking a hit before passing it over. He takes a deep inhale, filling his lungs with the smoke and holding it for 10 seconds, like his brother once taught him.
Hermes takes it back, eyeing him. "'m still suprised that you, of all people, smoke."
"Really?" Fry asks, "When I was in the past, all people did was call me a stoner." There was a snort before he continued, "My dad once kicked my ass for wearing a beanie with eyes that were just a little redder than usual."
"Huh," The Bureaucrat leans back in his seat, "Were you though, mon? Flying like a kite, I mean."
"Oh of course I was. But I would've never told him that, he would've killed me." Fry sits up, attempting to rest his arm on the edge of the desk, but falls off instead. Only giving a small "ow." in reaction.
Hemes laughs, and passes him the pipe.
