Roxy took another hit off the bong, breathing in as deep as she possibly can and holding it. Her eyes meet with Dirk's as she passes the glass device to him. Dirk takes it in his free hand.

His other hand holds a stop watch.

Dirk glances back and forth between Roxy's eyes and the steady counting of the numbers. He smirks as her eyes start to bulge a little, cheeks puffing up. She struggles to keep the smoke in her lungs.

Peering over his shades at her, he twists his face. Mouth open wide with tongue lolling out, eyes crossed, nostrils flared.

Roxy chokes, coughing on laughter, and as a result lets out the breath she was holding.

When she recovers, Dirk is laughing at her. His eyes crinkle at the sides and he's holding his stomach.

Roxy hits him with a pillow over his head. Which only really serves to make him laugh harder. She giggles along, too, unable to contain it with the high.

When Dirk finally recovers, he sits up and looks at her just a little too seriously. Roxy starts giggling again.

He smooths her bangs to the side and hands her the stopwatch.

Roxy smiles as he brings the lighter to the bowl and inhales through the mouthpiece.

A beep begins the timing.

Roxy resists throwing him a silly face right away in turn. She's gotta wait for just the right moment. That exact point that will have him splitting at his sides while gasping for a fresh breath. That'll teach him to mess with Roxy Lalonde. And meanwhile? He'll just keep eyeing her warily, waiting for a strike which doesn't come when he expects it to.

She smirks at him as his cheeks start to puff.