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Meanwhile, in another part of the city where the swell of battles and rampaging dragon phoenix creatures was distant and pretty much unaware to some of the populace of Destiny City, sat Sheldon and Ellie. How they had ended up lounging on his couch was rather unimportant nor was any explanation needed; really, did it need to be explained? Given how they randomly encountered each other could be explanation enough, their familiarity with one another just prompted another hang out. This time without Shawn to prod and for more silence between the two as Sheldon was that socially retarded to carry on any sort of conversation.

Conversation, as it was, had been light to general inquiries about each other's days and happenings to Ellie of course making fun of the green haired boy in some fashion or another. The sensation of battle was probably tingling in her skin as it raged and called to her some miles away in another section of their city but it was promptly ignored [as was Tron Legacy, which has been set into the DVD player to keep the room from complete silence] from Sheldon, in turn, mocking Ellie. "Really?" He half laughed, his fingers passing an all familiar joint between each finger on one of his hands. "You've never tried it?"

He was of course referring to the joint of cannabis he was playing with, only had been brought up since she had noticed it on his coffee table just sitting there. "Afraid of what it might do?" He grinned.

OH? Had he finally struck a nerve against the formidable Ellie Spectre? Both of Sheldon'd brows rose up in surprise upon his findings while his silly grin remained plastered on his face. Some special place in the back of his mind was savoring this while the rest of it hoped not to ******** it up - whenever would he get such a chance as this ever again?

"Your words not mine-OW!" Being the weak creature he was, he of course flinched, shut his eyes and pulled away after she flicked his forehead, not giving a chance to protest as she stole the wrapped marijuana away from him but pulled a hand to assest the damage upon his forehead. Given her strength against him, he wouldn't be surprised if there was a dent or something come the next day. "Ow ~" He repeated lamely, rubbing the offended spot with a pout on his face.



And promptly flinched again as she tossed the practically weightless thing back at him. Did he catch it? This is Sheldon, of course not. One hand was occupied with his head so the other now had the task of finding it in the folds of his sweatshirt. It took him a good few seconds of searching for that, and allowing himself to search for his lighter before he held up both in self triumph. Sheldon didn't say anything in retort to her, just smiled - almost evilly - as he flicked his lighter open and lit the joint in a fluid motion. The first hit was his, slow and skilled, making small smoke circles as he exhaled and passed it to his companion.

This... yeah, this was going to be fun.

If this was going any indication of how the night was going to go, Sheldon knew it was going to be an awesome one. With Ellie's rookie mistake, a full laugh almost escaped him but he really only got out one good 'HA!' until he realized who he was with and quickly covered his mouth. The blonde's view of Sheldon was really how he viewed her at best as well, an acquaintance. But he knew her enough to know she would hit him for further mocking - the lingering tickle on his forehead was evidence enough.

So, Sheldon passed it off as is clearing his throat because really that's what he was trying to do. Totally. "You'll get used to it," he muttered as he seized the joint back from her and let the rolled paper rest in his fingers for a moment before bringing it up to his lips again. "Just simple inhale and exhale," he explained as he released the smoke back into the air with a few coughs of his own. "The first few take some time, especially depending on the strain and all... but then it just gets all mellow yellow ~" It was a lame explanation, but given he never had to before it was the best he could do. That and a smile as he offered her the joint once again.

"Oh, good god," Sheldon whined pathetically, teetering to the side after her blow to his arm. If she was trying to aim for a softer part, it didn't really work ... since well, did we mention Sheldon was weak and pathetic? But, he wasn't going to cry or anything from this, he still had that bit of manhood left to him. It just hurt really badly and he rubbed at the spot to prove it as he slowly recoiled back. "Ow...." Tonight might prove to be interesting, but he was probably going to come out of it bruised.

"Its a good song," not that he listened to it in rounds and repeat but it was decent enough. "But yeah... don't force it." He offered, glancing at her as she attempted to take another hit. Ellie was getting better, but it wasn't like this really had a skill set to it. It was smoking, you just kind of did it and found your own means to do it; like eating or something.

"You will, young grasshopper, you will ~" Sheldon teased once he got the roach back between his lips.

"Oh, young grasshopper... this could turn into anything," Sheldon smirked after another hand off. He was at the point of not letting the nickname go, blame it on the weed really. It allowed him to let go and being obnoxious, as well as giggly but he wasn't at that point yet.

As a matter of fact, why wasn't she? Sheldon turned his suspicious gaze to his blonde companion in question. Nothing? Nothing at all yet? Sure, he wasn't expecting the campfire scene in Paul - which suddenly sprung to mind and made the male chuckle for a few good seconds. Aa, Kristin Wiig. This wasn't the best kush he had gotten from Shawn, but it wasn't the cheap s**t either.

Sheldon's eyes narrowed slightly in determination as he held his hand in pass as she began to hand the roach back to him. "Take another hit... and relax." This wasn't just turning into a challenge to her for trying it, it was now one for him to actually get her high. "Sometimes its an acquired taste ... and sometimes this s**t can even taste like bubblegum, no joke." Or mint, or citrus. Aa, cultivation. He didn't have any of that on hand but you worked with what you got.

Was he going to stop calling her 'grasshopper?' For now, perhaps but the night was still young and the name was bound to be dropped later on. Just to annoy her. And when she wasn't prone to constant hitting. Sheldon hissed and rubbed at the spot again after her newest jab. God, talk about showing emotions with your fist.

"I didn't think we had established terms for this," Sheldon's expression turned back from pain to grin, reclining himself into the couch as Ellie had. As counter to her constant movement, he was pretty still in his sitting. Only moving his arm to reach over and take the joint from her fingers.

"I just agreed to take the first hit ~" With that, he brought it to his lips inhaling deeply before blowing out a long stream of smoke. He let the effects of the weed linger before fulfilling her request on the double hit, this time exhaling in the circled rings he had started off with. "And I didn't say that this one did," he explained, waving the two fingers that held the joint out at her while he went on, "just that there is some weed out there that can taste like it ~"

Taste. Food. "Hm... are you hungry? I'm getting kinda hungry..." His eyes twitched a little as the haze of cannabis was slowly filling them. If it was one thing, the feeling of munchies always took him over.

Ellie's pass was going to hang in the air longer than she would have expected, for Sheldon had apparently vanished from where he was sitting. How he had gotten up so fast and into the kitchen was anyone's guess. But he was now rummaging through a few of his sad looking cupboards for something to snack on. "There totally weren't any terms!" He called to her, his voice having a slight echoe from the barren empty cabinet his head was currently in.

Given a few more minutes of searching, he finally came across an open box of Triskets. Sheldon tested the edibility of the woven crackers with a few experimental nibbles on corners before deeming them safe - though, given his state of mind he probably would have eaten them if they were still stale.

Sheldon spun around on his heels, pivoting a little too much on the wood floor - a dangerous task with socks while high really - and nearly dropped his victorious finding of munchies. It was the spin and her sudden insult to his scooter really. And a pathetic attempt at an ANGRY face graced Sheldon's features as he slinked back to the couch with box in hand. "Will you lay off my bike?" Came his attempt at ANGRY voice as he plopped back on the couch and snatched the joint she still had in hand.

The laughing didn't phase him too much, even he wouldn't buy or cower at his attempt at anger. He was a mellow person at best and when he was riled up and pissy, he seemed more like an angry child than an adult in any instance. But that didn't mean he was going to allow her to see him pout about it, which he was on the verge of. So, he covered his grumpy expression by munching loudly on Triskets, well when he wasn't taking a hit and all.

"It's so not gaaaaaaay," came a whine that was more fitting to a creature such as Sheldon. He stumbled a little, nearly tripping on a misplaced xbox controller as he followed Ellie towards the door. The box of food was now under his arm as he grabbed his keys - they had to get back in somehow! -and shoes along the way to beat her to the door and guided her down the stairs and out into the nice night air.

After taking a nice long drag in the new setting, Sheldon waved his hand enthusiastically at the bike parked near a few of the other occupant's two wheeled vehicles. "I painted it and everything!" It was now a deep muted green, kind of like an army color and sported a black Halo sticker, placed askew on the side of the bucket seat.