"Trent, what are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?" Candy asked suddenly.

"What? Oh, no. Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, I was just thinking, like...that thing where people talk about, um. Like." He paused, blinked a few times. "Whew, man, I'm feeling it. Uh."

"Use your words, dear," Bea said, and Ann, Claire, and Melody immediately burst into a fit of laughter and giggling.

"So like, you know how people talk about how to know how a woman will age? Like, if you want to know how she'll look when she gets older, look at her mom. And, I mean, I don't care really, but I was thinking that Mae's gonna be hot forever," he replied.

"...wait, are you hitting on my mom?" Mae asked.

"What? No! Wait, am I? No! I'm not trying to," Trent replied, and everyone began laughing harder. "I was just thinking, you know, Candy is middle aged and really pretty still, so Mae's gonna be really pretty still in like twenty or thirty years, too."

"I think-" Mae began, trying to stand up, and then abruptly she fell back down. "Uh...mom? Um...how much, like, did you put in these brownies?"

"As much as it said to...I think," Candy replied. She opened her mouth, then suddenly started giggling. "Oh wow, you're right. It's, oh, like, so much. Oh dear."

Ann tried to get up and failed. "Uh-oh," she said, and then started giggling uncontrollably.

"Candy, how much did you put in?!" Trent asked, then joined her in laughing. His head was buzzing and it was getting worse every second. They had been watching Adventure Time for about an hour now.

"I don't feel too crazy," Bea murmured.

"Here, let me try to stand up," Melody murmured, getting unsteadily to her feet. She took a step and then swayed dangerously, then collapsed back into the recliner. She had ended up sharing it with Claire.

"Oh no," Candy said. "Oh my. Oh dear. Um. It's really coming on now. Oh dear. I think I put too much in."

"Mom I think you put too much in," Mae said, and then started laughing hysterically. She fell onto the floor and began rolling back and forth.

"Oh great, I'm the only adult in the room now," Bea groaned. "And I'm kinda stoned too."

"Uh…" Trent blinked several times, then cleared his throat, then popped his neck. "Um...what's that ringing?" He asked as he became aware of it. He looked around in confusion. "I think I have a tumor."

"What?!" Claire asked, laughing.

"Like isn't a thing? You hear ringing in your ears if you have a brain tumor?...oh it's my phone. Oh shit," he muttered, grabbing it.

"Maybe you shouldn't answer it right now," Bea said.

"It's...uh...Molly," he said.

"What the fuck, my aunt's calling you?" Mae asked.

"No, Bombshell Molly."

"Oh...wait what the fuck!? They have the same name! How did I miss that for so long!?"

"Well cat's outta that bag," Bea muttered.

"I'm answering it." He hit the button. "Uh...hi."

"Hey Trent," Molly replied, and even through his haze he could tell she was anxious about something. "Um...how's it going?"

"Well, ah, um. Hmm. You know, it's going, like, definitely very, um...well."

"...are you fucking drunk or something?" she asked.

"No."

"That sounds like a lie."

"I'm definitely not drunk," Trent said, and everyone around him immediately started laughing.

"I'm never going to live this down…" Candy moaned. "My head feels like it's trying to float away from my body…"

"Okay that's it, I'm calling for backup," Bea said.

"Who are you calling?!" Candy demanded.

"Angus," she replied, pulling out her phone.

"I can call back…" Molly said.

"No, no, no, I'm here. Hold on," Trent said. He stood up and then fell flat on his ass.

"Holy shit, are you okay?!" Mae demanded, then began laughing again.

"I'm fine," Trent replied, laughing. "Oh man. I'm okay. I'm good." He picked himself up off the floor and managed to navigate his way to the back door. He stopped there and stared stupidly at the door. "Um…"

"Are you okay, dude?" Molly asked. It sounded like she was trying not to laugh.

"Uh...yeah. I forgot...how doors work?"

She let out a loud laugh. "Trent! The doorknob. Twist it."

"Oh. Right. Yeah...thanks," he murmured, opening the door and stepping outside. "Oh wow…"

"What?" Molly asked.

"It's just that, um...it feels amazing. Out here. The wind. And sun."

"Dude you are fucking baked! Like torched! What the hell happened?"

"Mae's mom made us weed brownies to help celebrate and, uh, like...she put in too much on accident apparently. Oh man, I'm fucking...so...the sky is really blue today…"

Molly giggled. "Trent! This is adorable but, like, should I be worried?"

"No. Um. Bea is here and, like, she's not too stoned. And she called Angus. Whew boy. I think it's sort of like, um, leveling out...maybe…?" He sat down. "Um...what'd you call about?"

"Well, I feel bad about taking the money now, and it's pretty much gone, but you said you're celebrating? Did you do it? Like do you still need money?" she asked cautiously.

"No. We're good. It's all good. We're totally cool," he replied.

"Um...are you lying? Or just confused?"

He groaned and shook his head, then rubbed his eyes. "No, I'm here. It's good. Like, we're really cool, Molly, you don't have to feel bad at all. Like we saved the house and had cash to burn. It went really well. Like...we meant what we said, Molly. We gave that to you authraithmaticly...arthritis...for real. We gave it to you for real. If we give you a gift, Molly, like, unless it was some sort of mistake, we're not going to ask for it back."

"You guys are so weird," she muttered. "Sorry. I just-I wanted to know we're all cool."

"We're so totally cool, Molly," he replied. "And, like...man you've got huge tits."

She burst out laughing. "What Trent!?"

"Sorry! I don't know why I said that."

"I mean, it's true. And, like, I'm still figuring things out, but I do know that I don't mind you hitting on me," she replied.

"Oh. Really?"

"Yeah...and since you're fucking blitzed, I wanna ask. What's your favorite thing about me, about my body?" she asked. "And you gotta tell the truth."

"Why?"

"Because you're stoned."

"Oh. Um. I guess that makes sense. Your vagina."

"Wait what? Are you serious? You didn't even hesitate."

"You've got a really hot pussy," he replied. "I mean I don't know, I'm thinking about you naked and that was what I thought of."

"Huh. Well...okay. Interesting. And since you won't remember this...I actually masturbated to you a few days ago."

"Did I make you come?" he asked.

She giggled. "Yeah, although it's not, like...I come kinda easy, especially with my vibe? So it's hard to tell."

"Needs to be just finger next time."

"Who said there's gonna be a next time?" she asked, sounding amused.

"I mean, come on Molly, we both know you've kinda got a thing for me," he replied.

"Wow. You get, like, a lot more confident when you're fucking torched, huh?"

"Apparently. Also, Molly?"

"Yeah?"

"I am totally going to remember this."

"...are you fucking with me right now?"

"No."

"Oh. Fuck."

"Don't worry. It's cool."

"Well, I guess we'll find out. Um, anyway, I should probably let you be stoned. I wanted to apologize for not calling or texting or anything, but I'm actually not sure if you'll remember this or not and I want the apology to stick."

"I'll call you when I'm not stoned," he replied. "But, like, for totally real though, like, we're cool. Also, like...woooooow, you've got a hot pussy." He paused. "Sorry."

Molly giggled. "Thank you, Trent. Wait! What about you?"

"Uh...what about me what?"

"Did you jack off to me?"

"Oh...uh, no."

"Oh."

"But like I totally would!"

"Wait, what the fuck? If you would then why haven't...oh. You have like three girlfriends and two side chicks. Holy shit when was the last time you jacked off?" she asked.

"Um...not this year."

"Dude, what the fuck?! I'm a straight fucking ten who basically gets what I want most of the time and I am fucking jealous."

"Oh. Uh. I don't really have a good response to that."

"It's fine. We'll talk again when you aren't absolutely fucking torched because your mother-in-law doesn't know how to make weed brownies," she said, giggling.

"...okay. Um. Later."

She hung up and he pulled the phone back and stared at it for a long time. He was still staring at it when he got a text. He blinked a few times, then opened it up. It was from Molly.

Just in case you wanna jack off.

And a picture of her pussy.

"Holy shit," he muttered. He was still staring at it when he became suddenly aware of the fact that someone was standing next to him.

"Whoa, is that Molly's vagina?" Bea asked.

"Shit!" Trent cried, dropping his phone into his lap. "Uh, yeah."

Bea laughed. "Look at me babe...oh my God you are so stoned, holy shit. What did you talk with her about? Are you okay? Is she okay?"

"I'm fine, she's fine," he replied, then yawned. "But tired. Shit. And...hungry. She felt bad for dodging us because we needed money all of a sudden and we gave her that money."

"Oh...yeah that tracks. Although it's not like it would've really made much of a difference." She giggled. "Why did she send you a pussy pic?"

"Uh...she asked me what's the hottest part of her."

"And you said her pussy?!" Bea started laughing loudly. "Oh wow, babe...wait, what's the hottest part on me?"

"Uh...your brain."

"Oh my God babe, shut the fuck up with that right now. I mean physically. I get it, you love me for my smarts and my girl boss...ness, but I wanna know what you like the most about my body, Trent."

"Your tits."

She laughed. "Really?" She looked down. "Seriously? Ann and Mae both have bigger tits than me. Actually...I think everyone you've fucked has bigger tits than me."

"I don't care about size." He paused. "Well, that's not completely true. But I fucking love your tits. And touching them. And playing with them. And sucking on them…"

"Okay, okay, okay, relax. Candy is still around. Okay, come back inside, I wanna keep everyone, like, together," Bea said, grabbing his phone and then his hand and pulling him up. Trent let her lead him back inside. "Okay, um, let's see-Gregg!"

"Oh boy," Angus muttered.

"Hey, what's up guys!?" Trent said happily.

"Trent!" Gregg replied as he finished eating a brownie.

"Um, dude...was that a whole one?" Trent asked.

"Yep!"

"Gregg!" He started laughing. "Dude, like, man, there's too much in there!"

"I wanna be stoned as fuck at least once here with you guys," he replied.

Angus sighed heavily. "Bug...why?"

"Oh my fucking God, Gregg-where's Candy? Shit, I'm never having kids," Bea growled.

"I'm in here, dearie!" Candy called from the kitchen. "Just doing some dishes!"

"Great," Bea muttered, walking off in that direction after making Trent sit down on the couch.

"I'll be okay," Gregg said. "Ah...I did something assholeish didn't I? I'm sorry, Cap'n...I just...I'm gonna miss Mae and Bea and everyone and everything's going to change and I'm really scared of moving and-"

"All right, all right, Gregg. I mean, it doesn't really matter now, you already ate it. Just...have a seat, chill out."

"Thanks," he said, squeezing onto the couch with Trent, Mae, and Ann.

"Okay, Candy's being good, um...Mae, why do you have a laptop? What did you do?" Bea asked, walking over.

"Nothing!" Mae replied.

Bea took the laptop from her and looked at the screen. "Mae!"

"What?! It's my money!"

"What'd you do, babe?" Trent asked.

"I just got some tacos!"

"She got like a hundred bucks worth of Taco Buck!" Bea cried.

"Aw sweet, I'm fucking starving," Ann said.

"Holy shit, you're blazed," Bea muttered. "All of you. Um, Melody, how we doing?"

"Hmm? What? I'm...good," she said.

"Okay, keep doing that. Claire?...Claire? Okay, she's asleep. That's fine." Bea sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Angus."

"I mean this is pretty chill," Angus replied with a shrug. "We've been meaning to come over and hang out soon. And now that's what we're doing. So this is cool."

"Okay, sweet. Uhhhh...I'm also stoned," Bea said, and sat down in Trent's lap.

"You're making me horny," he murmured.

Mae laughed. "Your dick's getting hard."

Ann giggled. "Mae your mom is still here."

Mae lost her smile. "Oh shit. Trent-Trent's dick, unharden! Now! That's a direct order!" she said, leaning closer to Trent's lap.

"Hey...since you're down there…" Trent murmured.

"No way, dude, not blowing you while my freaking mom is in the house," Mae replied, straightening back up.

"I did!" Candy called.

"Mom what!?" Mae cried.

"I absolutely blew your father while our parents were around!"

"Oh my God, mom, ew!" Mae cried, then started laughing. "Gross!"

"It wasn't gross, it was hot! And we're not talking about this anymore!"

"She cannot shut up when she's stoned," Trent muttered.

"I wanna go run outside!" Mae said, starting to get to her feet.

"No," Bea said, gently pushing her back down.

"Let's go get our instruments!" Gregg said.

"Hey, no! Everyone just-chill! Sit! Be still!"

"Hey can we watch Grandma's Boy?" Trent asked.

"Is that Adam Sandler? I don't really like him," Ann said.

"No, it's not," Trent said. "Or, well, like, it's his, uh...crew? Like he's not in it. I remember it being funny."

"I am already making this happen," Bea muttered as she hooked his laptop up to the TV. "Everyone is just gonna chill and watch this. Then we're gonna watch Pineapple Express."

"Yes, Queen Bea," Trent said. Mae snorted and Gregg started giggling.

"You're fucking right I'm queen right now," Bea muttered as she finished getting it set up. "Now, chill and let's watch this movie."

"Babe...Trent?"

Trent came awake slowly. He opened his eyes and found Bea staring at him, smiling. "Wha…?" he managed.

She giggled. "You fell asleep, honey. Well, half of us did. We're preparing for bed."

"Uh...okay. Um...whew boy...what time is it?" he asked.

"It's about ten o'clock at night, babe."

"It's still, uhhhhh…"

"Friday, babe. Friday, yes, it's still the same day," Bea replied, laughing. "Silly boy." She looked down and murmured, "horny boy."

He chuckled. "Uh, yeah, I'm pretty horny. Oh, uh," he looked around, "is Candy-where is she?"

"She went home," Bea replied. "So did Claire. They are safely sleeping right now. Stan came and helped me out with that."

"Oh. Cool." He looked around again. Gregg and Angus were both asleep together on the recliner. Melody was to one side of him, doing something on her phone. Mae sat to the other side, utterly passed out. Ahead of him, the table was completely littered with the remains of Taco Buck. "Holy fuck, that's a lot. We got through a lot."

"We got through all of it, but there were a lot of us," Bea replied.

"Where's Ann?"

"She's already upstairs in bed. Come on, dear. Gregg and Angus would like to go to sleep, and since there is not a single person in this house now who isn't at least somewhat stoned, they're spending the night here."

"Uh...wait, Angus is stoned?" Trent asked as he stood up.

"A little. He had like an eighth of a brownie. So, how are you feeling?" she asked.

He stood there and swayed for a bit. "Uh...horny."

Bea rolled her eyes and laughed. "I meant are you feeling capable of getting Mae upstairs?"

"Um...maybe."

"Great."

"I can help," Melody murmured.

"Fine. You two get Mae upstairs, carefully, and I'll make the bed down here for Gregg and Angus and wind down the house," Bea said.

Trent looked at Mae for a moment. His head was still swimming and he was having trouble focusing, but he was reasonably sure he could do this. He looked at Melody. She was smiling at him. He grinned back at her. She'd really been all up on him while they'd watched movies and he thought that probably the only thing that kept her from fucking him was the fact that there were people around who wouldn't really be cool with that happening in the room.

"Let's do this," he said, carefully gathering up Mae.

"What do you need me to do?" she asked.

"Walk behind me. Make sure I don't fall on my ass," he replied. "It's extremely important to me that I not drop Mae."

"It's probably important to her, too," Melody said.

"I doubt it, I've seen Mae tank some crazy shit," Bea muttered as she started unfolding the couch.

"She does seem pretty tough," Melody agreed, "although you all do, to be honest."

It took what felt like a long time, and twice Melody had to steady him, but finally, Trent got Mae upstairs and into bed. He pulled her clothes off and carefully tucked her in, placing her between the edge of the bed and Ann, then putting Ann's arm gently around Mae so that she had less of a chance of falling off. As he finished, he turned around and found Melody standing at the foot of the bed, completely naked.

"Would you like some pussy?" she asked demurely.

"Holy fucking God yes," he replied, taking off his shirt.

She giggled and climbed onto the bed. "I hope there's gonna be room for all of us…"

"We'll make it work," he replied, tossing away his pants and then his boxers and climbed hurriedly onto the bed with her.

They got beneath the blankets and started kissing and touching. He slipped two fingers into her and found her incredibly wet. She gasped and moaned as he fingered her, and he felt her hands go around his erection. Before long she had him on top of her and her legs open enough to accept him.

"Come on," she panted, "come on, I fucking want it. You aren't the only one that's horny."

They both paused as the door opened and Bea stepped in. "...room for one more?" she asked.

"Oh hell yes, get that hot ass over here," Trent replied.

"God you are horny," she muttered as she shut the door and started taking her clothes off.

"Me too-ooh! Yes...that dick…" Melody moaned as he slid into her.

"This fucking pussy," Trent found himself groaning back as he started making love to her. "Holy fucking shit that feels amazing," he whispered, then kissed Melody. It had to be excess weed doing it, (even now he was still noticeably more stoned than he normally got), because it felt ridiculously good. He fucked her until he realized that Bea had gotten into bed beside them and was impatiently waiting for her turn.

"Shit, sorry babe," he muttered, switching over to her.

"Don't be, just fuck me," she replied, grinning up at him.

He grinned back. "Can do."

"Oh my God, you're still so stoned," she whispered, then moaned as he got atop her and penetrated her. Bea wrapped her legs around him. "How does my pussy feel while you're this stoned?"

"Beyond fucking amazing," he replied, and kissed her.

Trent kept fucking her, though he wasn't sure for how long as it was getting extremely easy to lose track of time. At some point he became aware of Melody touching him. He blinked a few times as he paused in his railing of Bea and looked over at her.

"Oh," he murmured.

Bea giggled and let go of him with her legs. "Go on."

"There is definitely a drawback to having a threesome while ridiculously fucking high," he muttered as he got back on top of Melody.

"I think it's mostly off put by how good it feels when we-ahhhhh yeah," she moaned as he reentered her and began fucking her again.

"What the fuck? I'm tired but I'm not sleepy...does that make sense?" Trent murmured after a moment while he was kissing her neck.

"Kinda yeah?" Melody murmured, running her hands along his back.

"Keep going until you're tired," Bea said, grinning at both of them.

"It's gonna be a long night then," he muttered.

"Then let the night be long," Bea replied.