When Jaimeson finally filled her in on what had happened to Kenzie last night, Lucy blew out a breath, nodding. "Well, love, it sounds like you've got lots of us who love you and just want to make sure no one fucks with you. And if someone tries that shite with you again, you should definitely throw that in their face," she said agreeably. Though she wasn't generally prone to physical violence, she didn't think anyone, but women especially, should hold back and take the gamble when it came to their safety.
Coming further into the room, Lucy finally sat next to Jaimeson, settling into the cushion and bringing her legs up to sit crisscross. This was certainly a new thing for her--she didn't typically just hang out with friends like this. Generally, she tended to do more active things with her friends like a meal out or shopping or catching a show of some kind. But she could be open to new experiences--wasn't that what this whole thing with Jaimeson was about?
Nate reached into a pocket and pulled out a little plastic baggie of weed with fine red hairs. "My mum brought this up from the France house a few days ago. She's been experimenting with some new cross-breeding techniques. I haven't had a chance to try it," he told Kenzie, wiggling the baggie a little as though to tempt her.