For weredonut: "Bassez - one helping the other learn something new."

"No, no, he said that you have to take a bunch of deep breaths first, because it, like, gets all of the poisons out of your bloodstream and builds it up with oxygen, and it's like hyper-saturating your lungs so you can trick your body into thinking that it's getting oxygen for longer than it really is." JC blinked a few times and waved the joint between them. It made pretty light-trails in the near darkness, and he stopped to watch it for a minute before remembering that he'd been talking. "Although, like, you probably shouldn't do it after we've been smoking this stuff, because it might make you all light-headed and stuff. It does make you all light-headed, because your body isn't used to that much oxygen all at once, it's like you're getting drunk on air. Did you ever think that's funny? That you can get drunk on air? I mean, it's all around us, we're always breathing it, but like, if you're breathing real oxygen you get all giddy and silly like you're drunk, because we can't handle real oxygen. We have to breathe the stuff that's like, part oxygen and part other stuff. Noble gasses. What's so noble about them anyway? Who, like, knighted them when we weren't looking?"

"Jayce," Lance said, and rescued the joint before JC could wave his hand again. "You are so damn stoned." The Mississippi was thick in his voice the way it always was when they'd been smoking, and he took a long toke off the joint. The rest of the guys were probably going to give them crap for not sharing, but they didn't have to do everything together.

"I'm just sayin'," JC said, and took the joint back. "Why do you want to learn to hold your breath for that long, anyway?"

"Breath control is very important," Lance said, primly. Or as primly as he could manage when he was half-croaking, which wasn't very, but he could pretend.

"You're, like, the bass. You don't have to worry about stuff like that."

"Singing is not the only thing that being able to hold your breath for a while has advantages in," Lance said. He tried to puzzle out the structure of that sentence, failed, and then shrugged and gave up, taking another toke.

It took JC a second to get it, but when it penetrated the haze of pot around JC's brain, he smirked and leaned over to suck the smoke out of Lance's lungs.

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