If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-12 18:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | advertising, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and Advertising
Where: Weed-friendly bar, same as TV's thread
When: Early evening
Warnings: Drug use, alcohol, language.
Advertising had always seemed... bouncy and Marijuana called in a few favours to make sure the bar reflected that. It was better lit than usual, with a few flashing lights and upbeat music spilling over the sound system. Marijuana, for his part, had done his best to look brighter. His torn jeans were blue instead of the usual black and the bright green t-shirt under the purple over-coat might make him look silly but that didn't matter.
Shoulder bag slung and filled with brownies, he was leaning up against the bar chatting with Wes and Matt who looked like they were there just to have a good time. If anyone looked closer, they'd notice the gun-shaped bump on Wes' back and the way Matt's eyes kept scanning the bar occasionally.
But as Marijuana felt Advertising enter, he shooed them away with an affectionate smile, the two mortals heading over to the pool table, still chatting animatedly and keeping an eye on things. Taking a seat at the end of the bar as the other God approached, he brought out a tub of brownies just in case Advertising wanted to indulge and rose with a grin to greet his potential ally.