As Blaise passed the bowl to Scott, he could only think one thing. Subtlety was non-existant to his friends. Half of the room was already invested in watching the song and dance (a very unrehearsed one of course) going between his two roommates and the two twins that lived underneath them rather than the movie that was on the screen ahead of all of them. It was amusing, of course, but Blaise barely had the concentration gathered to pay attention to it for more than a few fleeting moments before his eyes drifted back to the bright lights on the screen. "I feel like everyone needs some weed right now," he laughed. "Everyone is so tense."
His eyes followed the weed though and he watched as Booker and Evan both took a few hits from it, smiling at the twins like they were doing something impressively cool. Blaise exchanged a look with Scott, trying to not laugh at the failed and blind attempts that were happening before their eyes. Had Evan not seen the pissed look on Malia's face? And now he was going to pass the bowl to them? Blaise was sure even the blind guy could have taken the verbal cue with ease.
"Calm down, Mom. It's the college experience." Caitlyn said as she reached over her sister and took the bowl. Blaise, cozy in his little chair, watched as she took what he had to consider a half of a hit and then passed the bowl back to him. He was an active believer in sharing and caring, so he reached out across Scott with it towards the new guy. "Yo. Bro. Hey. Weed?"
He was met with a laugh and shake of the head. "Thanks dude, but I have to pick up my kid later. I'm Jackson by the way." the guy, Jackson, spoke in a hushed whisper in a polite attempt to not interrupt the movie like everyone else and held out his hand to both Blaise and Scott. Blaise, of course, in the mindset that everything that ran through his mind was hilarious, began to quietly sing the chorus to 'Sorry Mrs. Jackson' by The OutKast. "I'm Blaise. This tall guy is Scott."
Luckily though, the short serenade didn't come off as weird because Jackson laughed. "I'm guessing you know those two? And you know the Castor girls?" he asked the both of them. Blaise could only shrug.
"That's a question for Scott, I guess. He has class with one of them." Of course, the conversation wasn't exactly the quietest because Blaise could see Caitlyn peeking through the small window between the recliners she and her sister were sitting in at them.