Re: Living Room - Edges of the Dance Floor
Unfortunately for her, the people on the journals were very, very wrong. She'd been heavily dependent on marijuana for nearly ten years, making the withdrawal and detoxification process messy. Val was so intent on even just inhaling the second hand smoke that she didn't even realize someone was talking to her. At least not until the girl said something about knowing what they were smoking.
Val rolled her eyes. "That guy is smoking cigarettes like a pussy," she said, pointing to a scrawny teenager. "He's got shit so cut he's barely got any pot in it," she continued, pointing to the kid next to him. "Then those two have stuff that's not too bad, closer to a direct source and it'd be really fucking nice of them to let me have one fucking hit but whatever they don't know any better." And then she pointed to this guy in his late twenties. "He's a dealer and I know because his joint smells like mine did, like perfection. So yea, I know what they're smoking and I know what I want to smoke. Thanks."