I do not own Grand Theft Auto V! Blake De Santa and other original characters from different stories is what I own for this!
Rigor Mortis by Cameo was playing on West Coast Classic in Lunch's bedroom as Blake, Max and Lunch decided to take a break from studying for their English test about reading Paper Towns.
"Guess what, my peeps? We all have perfect time…" Lunch stated, opening a small glad plastic container which is labeled 'Los Santos Kush' and then ripped out a wide ruled paper from her pink binder. "We're gonna start a little puff, puff give up in my room!" She said, while ripping more of the paper to get a perfect size to make a joint.
"You kidding me right? In your room when your mother and Steve can walk in at anytime when they smell it." Max questioned.
"They ain't here. They got enough stuff to worry about than me." Lunch answered, while sprinkling the Los Santos Kush weed on to the paper before pulling out another plastic container and it was labeled 'Mellow Vinewood'. "And I know that our new friend Blakey here smokes something in her life."
"Why you say that?" Blake questioned, moving her novel away from her lap.
"Cause, I found a few cigarettes in your pencil bag. And they are your Uncle Mikey's. Redwoods, eh?" Lunch said, before sprinkling the Mellow Vinewood weed on top of the Los Santos Kush, mixing it together. "But I'm Lunchables, bitch! I don't care how high you get in my room! Unless you let me hit it." She exclaimed, before rolling up the joint. "And… here we go… My dealer Terry from The Lost says not to mix two different types of weed at once, but I don't give a damn." She said, pointing the joint in the corner of her mouth, before she light up the end of it with her hot pink lighter.
Blake and Max watch her as she inhaled her joint, and taken it out of her mouth. With the joint between her two fingers, Lunch decided to hold in the smoke as the other girls watch her.
Over seven seconds passed, until Lunch started coughing some of the smoke out of her nose and mouth.
"Lunch? The hell?!" Blake called out.
"Breath, Lunchables. Goddamn." Max said, as Lunch was still coughing out smoke before she falling out of her hot pink bean bag with the joint still between her two fingers.
"That's the good shit!" Lunch said, handing the joint out to Blake and Max.
"Well, you've only live once in life." Blake said, before taking the joint into her mouth and inhaled the smoke. While looking at the joint, her teal colored eyes widened for a few seconds as she started coughing as well. Before she fallen onto the floor like her other friend, Blake jumped a little bit and shook her head while enjoying the sensation of her first weed joint.
Now, Lunch's bedroom was filled with smoke and slow music playing in the background as the girls were still sitting in the beanbags, passing the joint around while talking to each other.
"You really think Los Santos gonna change us?" Lunch questioned.
"Hell, we smokin' a joint… but Max took the easy way…" Blake answered, before she and Lunch look to see Max using Lunch's weed bong.
"I feel like a… million dollars when I'm around you guys. Instead of a girl from… God, now I want chocolate." Max managed to say, before Blake and Lunch laughing at her due to the effects of smoking mixed weed.
"How did you ended up rich?" Lunch questioned, before Blake taken a hit from the half finished joint. "You like… sold your body, cause your body is on point, B. Or won money on some crazy Japanese game show."
"Nah… it was the lottery that changes us…" Blake replied, after exhaling the smoke from her mouth. "My uncle and aunt… both chosen three numbers… I think Amanda used her weight." She explained, before handing the weed joint back to Lunch.
"Goddamn." Max and Blake exclaimed together as they watched Lunch inhaled a lot of smoke from her weed joint which taken only five seconds for her to give it to Blake.
"Now, I know why I'm friends with y'all." Blake said, before Lunch gave out a loud cough.