Oscar

Oscar leans back on the couch, holding the blunt out in front of you offering it to you, his brown eyes crinkling in a soft grin. It was a usual Friday night, one too many people crowded into Oscar’s place, smoking and arguing over whatever video game Rico had hooked up to the tv.

"you want a hit hermosa?"

He questions, his voice low and gravelly the room filled with warm light and the scent of weed.