You wake up the next morning having trouble remembering where you are. The memory comes back to you soon enough though. It's Saturday morning, and you're spending the weekend at Ron's house.
You didn't mind that you didn't have any spare changes of clothes, although you usually would. Ron would provide.
You leave the room and see him reclining on the couch, a blunt in his mouth. The smoke seems to curl up to your nostrils by itself, wafting right in.
"Hey there... Bet you enjoyed last night."
You smile. "Yeah..."
Ron breathes in deeply. "Mmm... Good to hear." Ron gets up and walks towards the kitchen, noticing your eyes tracking his mouth as he moves, more specifically what's in it.
"Heh, somebody's hungry for some more... Don't worry, you'll get some. First off, you need to follow me."