You sit down and cross your legs in front of the hookah. Putting your mouth to the hose, you inhale deeply.

It tastes terrible and you let out a massive cough.

Backing away from the hookah, you look up to see Emily standing on the porch with her arms folded and a scowl on her face.

You begin to explain yourself when you see two squad cars pull up. A cop gets out and walks over two you.

You realize that this doesn't look very good at all. That's because it isn't.