InsaneJournal

Who: Eris and OPEN
What: Gloating
When: Monday night
Where: Central Park, up a tree



Eris, being no stranger to dramatic irony, lazily smoked a joint as she watched the sky darkened to a brilliant inky black. She was up a tree, her back pressed firmly against its solid bark that was still damp from a previous bit of rain and snow. She hummed as she smoked, occasionally kicking her heel against the branches of the tree, causing some dead leaves to flutter to the ground. It was a good night, a bloody night, her boys had done their job, and their mother was ever so proud. Of course, she didn't really think she could destroy Marijuana, no, he was far to popular. But she had caused a nice bit of chaos this evening.