Stevie stumbles into Nicole's room and flops aimlessly on top of her bed. She rubs her eyes in exhaustion and groans. Nicole, who hasn't looked up from writing in her notebook to acknowledge her roommate's entrance, asks, "How did the exam go?" There's a pause. Then another muffled groan.
"I thought you felt confident going in?" replies Nicole.
Stevie turns on her side to face the TV. The Bachelor is playing. "I thought so too. Then that happened. And now I have to start studying for my next exam right away, but I'm so wiped out especially after getting torn up in Thermo like that," said Stevie.
Nicole's eyes flit to her laptop and back to her notebook. "Yeah... Microbiology is going to wreck me tomorrow morning." She clicks her pen and stretches out with a dramatic yawn. "What flavor did you get?"
Stevie absent-mindedly tosses the cigarillos across the bed as she rewinds the show back to where she left off.
Nicole squints at the package and smirks. "Peach! Good call. Can you roll while I finish these last few lecture slides? Also, how long was your T-break anyway?"
Stevie gets up and reaches over the nightstand to crack open the window. "I don't know, a few days or so. I would just really enjoy a night without trippy dreams. My brain has been on ten cramming for Thermo all week, so no judging," she says while opening the cigarillos.
Nicole smiles and clicks her pen to begin writing again. "Okay, heard," she sighs.
Nicole continues taking notes while her roommate leisurely rolls some devil's lettuce and watches the latest on the Bachelor. It remains idle like this for a few minutes until Stevie signals the completion of the late-night roll with a childlike "oooh wee!"
"So, how crazy have your dreams been? Like that time I stopped smoking for that internship and dreamed of people having Play-Doh hair that grows when you squeeze them?" asks Nicole.
Stevie rustles through their bag of goodies for a lighter. "No, that's just disturbing. These dreams are nightmares. Horrifying. I've been in a weird state since it started. I just have this hunch."
Her roommate looks back at her blankly. "What do you mean?"
Stevie flicks the lighter and takes a pull. She waits until she exhales, "Broccoli Bunch is in grave danger."
Stevie passes the blunt over to Nicole. "Do you remember when Whitney told us she started selling DMT, molly, and acid after winter break?" Nicole's face strains as she attempts to stifle a cough from the hit. "Yeah... you haven't talked to her since, right?"
"Of course not," replies Stevie. "At least not in real life. That was the same day I started my T-break. And that night, I dreamt about Whitney."
What these two stoner roommates don't realize is, they're about to enter... the Ganja Zone.