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Gabriel M. Sherlock ([info]ohshitsherlock) wrote in [info]badwater_rpg,
@ 2009-01-18 13:46:00
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Who: Marlie Loke, Alena Alkeinos, and Gabe Sherlock
When: During/after the memorial on Saturday
Where: The streets of Bristol and Cookie's Bakery
What: Burn cruisin' - dealing with shit is easier when you've got friends and pot.
Rating:
R for profanity, drug references, and the operation of a motor vehicle while under the influence. Don't try this at home, kids.

The window was cracked in January, and it was an indication of how stoned Gabe was that he allowed this. It was also necessary, because otherwise the car would've been so smoky he wouldn't have been able to see out the windshield. Stoned or not, he was still probably the safest bet for driver, because Alena and Marlie were pretty baked as well, with Gabe driving and Marlie in the passenger seat and Alena stretched out in the backseat of the car.

Gabe was in a considerably better mood than he had been earlier. They hadn't actually made it inside of the memorial service - Marlie and Alena because they couldn't handle it, and Gabe because he couldn't deal with being around so many depressed people. Two people were easier to cheer up than all of those who found themselves at Cookie's service, and Gabe personally thought that pot was a better pick-me-up than macaroni casserole. They'd stopped off at Gabe's apartment to pick up his stash instead, and a little while later, he found himself driving down the streets of Bristol in a stocking cap, gloves, and a suit, the tie of which was long discarded somewhere toward the back, leaving it in the dubious care of Alena. The radio was tuned to some hip-hop station, and Gabe was currently singing along loudly with "No Air" - Jordin Sparks's part, in a dramatic falsetto complete with hand gestures.


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