“Whadidya say this stuff was, Mattey?” Lance’s head rolled back on the red lion seat as he exhaled a thick, sweetish cloud of smoke that clung to the inside of the windows.

“Uh… a plant? I think?” Matt looked up absentmindedly, before bursting into a fit of giggles. “Hey- Lance- Look at this thing.”

Lance felt as if he were moving through a field of Jell-O as he leaned upwards and to the side to see whatever Matt was laughing at. It was some kind of freaky… space spider? Climbing on the inside of Red? Lance fell out of his chair in surprise while Matt kept laughing at him.

“Dude!” Lance squealed, trying to gain some coordination and swat away the freaky space bug. “Not funny! That- that’s scary, man!”

“He’s chill,” Matt said slowly, taking another toke. “He’s just enjoying the hotbox.”

“Fine-“ Lance muttered, climbing back up and grabbing a fistful of the crispy snacks they’d brought. “I just got caught off guard. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Sure, man.” Matt passed the joint back to Lance. “Calm yourself down.”

For the first time since their expedition into space had begun, Lance was pretty glad his mom wasn’t around to see what he was up to. He inhaled deeply, trying not to cough despite the burning inside his throat. Already he felt relaxed again, leaning back and smiling dopily. He’d need to ask Coran where he got his stuff, since they were already halfway through the bag he’d given them. Still, it’d last the whole night, alongside their arsenal of snacks and the video game set up they’d managed to rig right into Red’s central interface.

Lance exhaled feeling completely at easy, giving the joint back to Matt to finish before beginning to roll a new one.

“Hey, Lancey- next time we do this,” Matt smoke slowly, nearly cracking himself up just by talking. “Let’s invite Pidge, she’ll appreciate it.”

Lance giggled. “Seriously, Pidge? I just can’t see it, man.”

“Hey, trust me, I’m her brother.”

“Sounds cool to me.” Lance took a swig of nunvil and powered on the game screen, feeling incredibly cozy but not too tired. “Now let’s see how good we can play Kral Zera Nite Battle Royale with our reflexes all fucked up.”

Matt grabbed a controller. “Hell, yeah.”