If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} upinsmoke) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} forgotten_gods,@ 2009-03-13 18:54:00 |
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Where: Pro-weed bar
When: Evening
Warnings: Language, weed.
The meetings were going well and Marijuana was ever-hopeful that this was actually going to work. The bar had been toned down a bit after Advertising's visit but the music had changed to techno instead of its usual classic rock, Marijuana hoping that the buzzing, beeping music might help his case a bit. Dave was the only guard this time, sitting at the bar with that tell-tale gun bulge under his shirt at the back and his fingers glued to the keys of his cell phone as he directed Marijuana's business from his post.
Marijuana himself was at the back table again with brownies in front of him, leaning back and looking extremely relaxed as a mortal come up to him and slipped an envelop over the table at him. Marijuana simply smiled up at the mortal and brought a duffel bag out from under the table, the mortal giving his dealer a mock salute before taking the bag with him. Puffing on a cigarette and waiting for Telecom to arrive, Marijuana did his best to keep his energy up. It was emotionally tiring to be attempting something this big, be talking to so many people and being so manipulative in so many different ways, but this was for his followers.
In the deepest depth of his heart, Marijuana knew that it was solely for him. The archetype he had chosen for himself would set himself above even his brothers and sisters and he frowned lightly as he thought about their reactions. Oh well, they couldn't stay angry with him forever and being resurrected had to be worth something in the long run. With the feel of Telecom's approach outside the bar, Marijuana met Dave's eyes and when the door opened, the mortal turned slightly to look at the newcomer. It was part of his continual training, trying to get Dave to be able to recognize immortals out of the crowd.
But training was pushed out of his head as the other God approached and Marijuana stood with a smile and an outstretched hand. "Yo man, how's it going?"