As fucked up as it may have been, she kind of liked Dude when he was like this.  Completely pliant, wasted out of his mind on God knows what…  He was slumped beside her on the couch with his head on her shoulder as he stared forward at the TV.  He was sweet when he was like this, all clingy and cute.  She couldn’t help but grin to herself as she rubbed his back.  He shifted beside her, twisting to wrap his arms around her.

“Comfy?” she asked.  When he nodded his head, she reached up to scratch it.  He melted against her at the touch.  “It’s got you all the way fucked up, huh?”  She chuckled at the honesty when he nodded again.  “Shit, I want what you had.  You got any more of it, babe?”

He reluctantly pulled a hand away from her to reach inside of his pocket.  He pulled out a little tin and lazily sat it on her lap so he could hold her again.  Curious, she picked it up.  The label was tie-dye with a crudely drawn cat and text that read “CATNIP GET YOUR CAT REALLY HIGH… AND THEN LAUGH AT HIM.”

Catnip?  Seriously?

It made sense in hindsight.  He smelled vaguely minty and a group of strays did follow him to her door.  She still wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it.  She turned the tin around to look at the back.  Her eyes skimmed over the text on the other side and widened when she saw it touched on the effects of human consumption.  Relaxation, sedation, pain relief, euphoria… Increased libido?  That was a surprise.  She was familiar with her fair share of aphrodisiacs, but she had never heard that catnip was one of them.

She looked at Dude, then back at the tin.

“Do you smoke this?” she asked, genuinely curious.  This was met with a soft, affirmative hum.  “… Roll me one.”

Dude hummed again and struggled to pry himself off of her.  She watched as he took the tin back, produced some paper from his coat, and began to roll her a catnip joint.  The nip smelled awfully musky in a familiar way.  There was no way it wasn’t mixed with something stronger.  She went to reach for her lighter off the end table, but he offered his first.  With a grateful smile, she brought the joint to her lips and let him light it.  Upon taking a hit, she was positive it was mostly weed.  He held his hand out and she passed it his way, watching as he took a drag of it.

“Does it, like… make it stronger or something? The catnip...”

Dude shrugged in response before passing it back.  Whatever.  She figured it wasn’t worth questioning further and decided to enjoy the ride.  She began to feel the effects before they even finished smoking it.  Either the tin was accurate or a placebo effect kicked in, because the overwhelming urge to cozy up to him soon consumed her.  They were lazily tangled in each other’s arms before long.  While it seemed to just chill him out, her lips were on his neck and her hands were all over.  Though Dude was obviously zoinked out of his mind, he was receptive to her advances.  He let her guide him onto his back and lay atop him.  When her leg wedged between his, she could feel the effect it had on him pressed against her leg.  A mischievous giggle escaped as she started rutting against him.  He groaned at the friction, inviting her to be more deliberate in her motions.  She tried her damndest to rile him; he was too sedated to get properly worked up.  He just lay beneath her with a dreamy smile plastered on his mug throughout her languid dry-humping.

“God, you’re kinda a lightweight, huh?” she teased, but he didn’t argue.  After a roll of her eyes and shake of her head, she leaned down to resume showering his neck and jaw with kisses.  This affection earned a bit of clumsy groping from him, which was good enough for her.  She continued rocking against his thigh and savoring the stimulation.  Her mouth met his, perhaps in an effort to mask her own moans before they began.