Shotgun
She walked into the apartment and saw him with his grinder and a bag of pot on the table. She rolled her eyes and dropped her bag. "Don't you smoke enough of that?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"No such thing," he called after her. Beth walked into the living room and sat down on the couch beside Daryl and picked up one of the joints he'd already rolled and lit it. "Look who's talking."
She shrugged her shoulders. "I buy all the food you eat when you're high; you can let me smoke some." He didn't argue with her because he knew she was right. Beth grabbed his lighter and held it up to the end of the joint, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke rest, slowly blowing it out in a thin cloud into the living room.
"Have you ever done a shotgun before?" he asked as he lit his own joint.
"A what?"
He smirked and looked at her. "I'm going to take a hit from this, then blow it into your mouth, inhale it okay?" Beth was confused but nodded her head anyways. Daryl took a long, deep drag from the joint and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her against him and sealing his lips over hers. She felt him exhale and quickly started to inhale, taking the smoke into her own lungs. As he pulled away their lips met in a kiss and she slowly blew the smoke out as she looked at him. "Well?"
Beth smirked, her eyes staring him down. "That was the hottest thing ever." She took a hit from her joint and repeated the action against his lips. Two joints later they were making out on the couch, their shirts gone and the desire to smoke forgotten as they got high on each other.