"Trust me, this is the good shit," Wichita echoes, pinching the joint between her fingers and passing it over to the other girl after sneaking in one quick hit, punctuating it with a long sip from the bottle until she's dizzy with that giddy feeling and only coughing slightly. She looks over at Santana, her smile a little more relaxed as smoke and drink start to hit her slowly, reaching up to shrug off her leather jacket and laying it out on the ground behind them. There's something about the cool evening air against her bare arms that feels pretty fantastic right about now. "So, where did you live, back home?"