"Tell me, dude," Puck said as he sat next to Joe. "You ever played with… extracurricular substances?"
Joe tilted his head. "What do you mean?"
"Do you smoke?"
"Cigarettes?" He wrinkled his nose. "No thanks."
"No, I- do you date Mary Jane?" When Joe still looked confused, Puck whispered. "Pot, weed, marijuana. Do you?"
"Oh!" Joe looked surprised. "No, of course not. Why?"
Puck shrugged. "Thought you might, with your dreads."
Joe stared like he was looking at Puck's soul. "Shouldn't you know not to judge people by how they look?"
Rubbing his mohawk, Puck shrugged again and turned away.