420 Day

"Babe, it's almost 4:20, get your phone ready!"

"Yeah Babe, I know, I know," he said, fumbling to take his phone from his pocket. "I've got it all set up and shit."

"This is going to be the best Four-Twenty Day snap of all time," she giggled. "Four-Twenty at 4:20." She held her phone up so that she could look at her own reflection. "I'm so cute," she said. "Look at me, Babe, I'm so kawaii."

"Yeah Babe," he said absentmindedly, taking a drag from a thumb-sized joint. "So cute, seriously,"

His shallow praise washed over her without registering. She was too busy stretching her top to show maximum cleavage and adjusting her bangs to hide a rash of acne on her temple. Once she was satisfied with how she looked, she snapped a few selfies so that she could post them to Instagram later on.

"I'm ready, Babe," she said.

"Yeah Babe," he said, holding up his phone.

"I want it to post right at 4:20, you got that Babe?" she asked.

"Yeah Babe," he said.

"I'm ready, take it now!"

"Yeah Babe," he said, pressing the big red "record" icon on his phone. "Rolling..." he whispered.

She winked at the camera, then put a cock-sized joint to her ruby-red lips. She fumbled with her lighter for a moment before getting a light, then took a long drag. She held it in for a moment, her eyes fluttering like butterfly wings, then blew thick blue smoke rings toward the camera.

"Yeah Babe," he said. "That was good."

"Post it!" she said. "Best Four-twenty post ever!"

Just then there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Dinner will be ready soon," her mom called in through the door.

"Ugh, Mom!" she snapped. "You almost messed up my Four-Twenty snap!"

"Sorry Sweety," her mom said remorsefully.

"Go away!" she barked. "Don't do it again!"

"Sorry Sweety," her mom said again.

"God she's stupid," she sighed, flopping down on her bed. "I'm twenty years old for God's sake. I don't need her to come tell me when dinner is ready. I can go down there myself."

"Yeah Babe," he said.