Alex looked over at her bed, thinking about if one joint would be enough for her. She'd already had one that morning, sure, but she did get on the floor. And people's feet and shoes were on the floor. And when she came in, the floor was dusty. Meaning, it wasn't cleaned. All of that seemed to make her a bit anxious, but due to a little 'help', oh man. She was off. Going to Mexico, and junk. Still, her eyes kept over to the bed. "The old dent is probably going to check me. We'll see whose the smartass, you bastard, find my stash.." She muttered.
Some of the bud was still burning, but most of it was charred, which left a bad taste in her mouth. She dug a tissue out and put it inside of it, squeezing it until the last ember went out.