Third floor common room, Sunday afternoon

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Andy was sprawled on the sofa with a cold drink and the book Sam had reccomended to him on Thursday. It was a pleasant enough way to spend an afternoon, but he couldn't help but wonder if he could get away with lighting up in here or if he'd actually have to motivate himself to go somewhere else if he wanted to smoke some weed.

So far he hadn't decided to put it to an actual test.

Yet.