Paul's pov:
I grinned as I saw Dwayne walk out of Kitty's room, so far the night was great, I had picked up some random blonde chick and bed and fed her, I terrorised some tourists AND I got an extra huge bag of weed. Now, it was my turn for a little bonding with our little damsel in distress. I walk towards her room with two plastic shopping bags in hand before I entered to see she was still wearing my t-shirt but this time she had jeans on. Shame... she would look SO tantalisingly good without the pants and maybe some knee high stockings.
"Hey Kittyyyyyyyy!" I say with a grin, laughing as she jumps in surprise. "Oh...hi Paul...what's in the bags?" She asks, curiosity staining her tired features. I could tell that she had only really just properly woken up and damn she looked pretty fine with messy bed hair and the most adorable tired look on her face. "I have food!" I say with a grin and she raises her eyebrow. "Wow...why so much?" She asks and my grin spreads even wider. "Well, by the time our little bonding session is over you are going to WANT this food...this food is going to taste like THE best thing you've ever tasted in your life!" I say and she laughs nervously before finally asking the question. "What're we doing?"
"We are getting higher than the crowds my gorgeous, sexy, señorita. Oohhh look at me being all smart and using a big word! Look who's laughing now Dwayne! Ha!" I shout, making sure my brother heard as Kitty laughed loudly before Dwayne called back "It's not a big word, Paul...it's the Spanish word for Miss, you dumbass."
"You just hate me because you ain't me!" I call back before slamming the door. "See, I am smart! I'm a poetic genius, did you see what I said to him? It rhymed! I'm the next Shapesphere!" I say with a grin as she laughs louder "Shapesphere? Do you mean Shakespeare?" She asks and I click my fingers "That's the one!"
"Okay So, have you ever smoked before? Like anything including tobacco?" I ask and she shakes her head "Jesus Christ, I can tell that someone went to an all girl Catholic school." I joke and her eyes widen in surprise "No fucking way! You actually went to one of those? Ahaha!" I laugh before composing myself and pulling a pre rolled joint from my pocket "Okay, I'm not gonna teach you how to roll as I am a master at that and all you have to do is ask me if you want a joint." I say before lighting it up and bringing it to my lips "Okay, so you need to inhale and keep it in for five seconds then gently blow out okay?" I say before demonstrating.
"Your turn Kitty Kat!"
Katherine's pov:
If I could only choose one word to describe Paul, I would probably use the word 'ADHD' he was pretty much the definition of ADHD, fast paced, couldn't sit still, he was excited about everything and most importantly, he didn't have a filter on his mouth at all.
I nodded my head in understanding before I pressed the joint to my lips and did exactly as he did before proceeding to cough out my left lung. "Woah, are you okay?" I turn to face him as I'm coughing and he's sitting perfectly still, watching me with concerns before he starts to rub my back. "You're okay, you did good...how do you feel though..." He asks and I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. "Not that different." I say before he grins his Cheshire Cat like grin that I have gotten accustomed to.
Two hours later*
"I'm sorry, but if Santa Klaus knows if you've been bad or good, why didn't he know that all the other reindeer were being mean to Rudolph?" I ask as I took another puff out of my fourth joint of the night. At this moment in time I was lying on the bed but with my head dangling off of the side so that everything was upside down, Paul was on my right hand side as he responded. "Or maybe he did! That's why he gets Rudolph to guide his slay! Just so he can give him a chance to prove what he's made off!" I laugh at this as I take yet another puff. We stayed like this for a few more hours, talking about the dumbest stuff ever and asking each other dumb ass questions like;
"Why do they call it a 'building' when it is already built?"
"If you're waiting for a waiter, does that not make you the 'waiter'?"
"Why is bacon called 'bacon', and cookies 'cookies' when you cook bacon and bake cookies?"
"When butterflies are nervous, what do they get in their stomachs?"
"If your shirt isn't tucked into your pants, are your pants tucked into your shirt?"
"Damn...you are officially my favourite stoner other than myself!" Paul says, his wide grin spread across his face as I finish my joint.