Ron attempted to shake the still substantial alcohol induced fog clouding his brain. As Shannon lit the joint, he managed to croak, "Ah, why are you here and where is everybody else?"

Shannon blew the toxic smoke toward the ceiling before answering, "Ron, like I said, your mom asked us to stop in and check on you. I think her and that oriental lady were going to dinner or something. Just relax and take a couple of puffs on this....it will make you feel better."

Ron was so drunk and sleepy, he hardly hesitated to take a hit on the joint. He'd never smoked pot before, but he knew kids...