Jason had taken the joint from the ashtray and it hung loose between his lips unlit as Nora opened the door. 
“[i]Get in ‘ere.[/i] 
He said said playfully without opening his mouth too far as he hugged Nora and half dragged her into the car. Ensuring much body on wet body contact was made as possible.
“[i]and you’re always late.[/i]” he teased, a running jest about her missing the waves.
[i]”I still can’t believe you two know each other. Small world.”[/i]

With that he shuffled a bit getting comfy in his seat as Darcy played with his hair. Finally settled he light up his joint. He took a few small puffs to get it going then held one large long inhale, letting the smoke slowly seep out in whisky tendrils between his lips. 

Dyl arrived halfway through and Jason could do little but nod and smile at the guy until he had exhaled all the smoke. He passed the joint on and pat Dyl on the shoulder. [i]”Good to see ya again.”[/i] 

While the others talked about and looked at equipment, Jason’s got hold of one of the joints and attended to a message he received. When it was concluded and he had sent a reply he turned his attention back to the group, twisting to see everyone, pausing to first admire his hair in the rear view mirror. 

[i]”Nice. So, when do you plan for this mad-house stakeout to happen? And wanna use my van?”[/i] he asks eagerly, focusing on Darcy’s blue eyes as he talks.