If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-30 14:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | lsd, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and LSD
Where: The Highway
When: Evening
Warnings: Drug use, language, sexuality.
It had taken heartbreak to get him here but Marijuana was ready to forgive. There was a lot he had to bury deep within the dark recesses of his mind, a lot he would have to hold back from saying but Harmony was coming home and really, that was all that mattered to him at the moment. He'd practically begged Tracer and Speed to let him have the apartment and closed up the shop early. The guards were out on the street and Wes was in the back room but other than that, The Highway was quiet.
Already, Jefferson Airplane was blaring through the speakers, brownies were set out on the coffee table in the middle of a newly cleaned apartment and even though Marijuana felt like the world's biggest romantic douche, there were candles, lots of them, casting a dark glow over the room. The ingredients for spaghetti were already set out on the table and Marijuana had spent ages trying to figure out what to wear. In the end, he went for a pair of frayed but tight jeans and a tight Floyd t-shirt simply because he was too nervous to dress up.
So he waited.
Waited, sitting on top of the counter and watching the door, smoking joint after joint after joint to calm his nerves. It wasn't working.