InsaneJournal

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
Who: Marijuana and Heroin (tiny bit of Cam at the beginning)
Where: The Highway, apartment building across from the Highway
When: Friday, 8.
Warnings: Drug use, language, cuteness, possible sexuality.


Speed had left for his date, LSD was still hiding under the bed and Tracer was either upstairs or downstairs but Marijuana's mind was so far from his younger brothers, he might have forgotten they even existed. Heroin was coming over. Heroin was coming to the Highway. His older brother hadn't set foot in Marijuana's shop since the Dave incident and Marijuana desperately wanted the two best parts of his life to come together, however briefly it took them to lock up and then leave for the apartment. Sure, the Highway was tense and stressful but it was still the center of his universe. But Heroin was too, in a different way and he wanted the two to coincide, at least for a few minutes. They were closing early today after spending the previous night guarding Marijuana's territory against the chaos caused by the release of so many old junkies into the population, Cam at the counter reading a book about astrophysics and trying not to fall asleep and Wes already snoring away in the back room until it was time for him to get up and take another shift.

Marijuana himself was lounging on the couch nestled between the bookshelf and one of the bong displays, lazing on his stomach with his feet swinging back and forth as he looked over the expense reports for the last week. Really, he was barely looking at them. No, he was stressing about so many things; were the almost shrink-wrap style black jeans too tight? Was the gray dress shirt not dressy enough? His skin was still a light brown; not sticky as the res had retreated to just under his flesh and his hair was still an inky black and his eyes were dark green and he just... didn't know if it all came together and looked half-decent. It caused him to chew on a nail absentmindedly before lighting up a joint and frowning at something on the report. "We went through twelve cases of Red Bull in a week?" He asked Cam incredulously and his mortal just shrugged. "Tough week, bossman. You're not around and Dave is hurt." There was no judgment on the face of Marijuana's third-in-command, merely resignation and Marijuana sighed lightly.

"Fine. Order fifteen cases for next week." Marijuana went back to the expense report, puffing hard on his joint as Rabbit padded out from under the couch to jump up and curl up on the small of Marijuana's back, the god looking over his shoulder and smiling lightly. He wasn't a cat person, but at least Rabbit had stopped scratching him. "You're taking Rabbit for the weekend, yeah?" Marijuana asked, covering up a slight yawn, which drew one from Cam as well, who just nodded and came over to pluck the cat from his boss' back before he sat down on the floor, leaning back against the arm of the couch and looking up at his boss. "When can I go to bed?" Marijuana gave him a light smile and reached out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "When Hazel comes, okay? Then you can sleep until the morning shift." Cam just nodded and curled up slightly into himself, eyes sliding closed as he rested his cheek against the arm of the couch.

Marijuana's smile took on a tinge of sadness. Cam was next in line for Dave's job and Marijuana had started to expect his seconds to die within five years of taking the job. But he just shook his head and placed a comforting hand on Cam's shoulder before burying his head back into the expense reports, trying not to think about Heroin, trying not to reach out his senses to attempt to feel his brother's approach, trying to force down the anxiety already threatening to overtake him at the thought that his brother was spending a whole weekend with him. What if Heroin got sick of him? Marijuana sighed and pushed the expense report away and stubbed out his joint before pillowing his head down into his hands and closing his eyes with a wistful smile on his face, wanting to just rest before Heroin arrived. But... the smoke wards he'd set on the inner circle of his territory twanged with the arrival of a sibling within that ten block radius and he was smiling down at Cam. "Actually, you can head to bed now, 'kay?" With a chaste kiss to Cam's cheek and a warm finger brushed over his mortal's temple, Cam just nodded, gathering Rabbit in his arms and slipping out the door to sleep.

Marijuana just sat up, lit another joint and stared down at the expense reports as if they actually meant something.