Open to Speed
The bands were amazing, the weed was smoking, the alcohol was flowing, the music was thrumming and Marijuana felt alive and worshiped and beautiful as he swayed on the dance floor below the stage. Stumbling away from it eventually, he leaned against a mortal, pressing a kiss to the poor girl's cheek before frowning. Where was Speed? His brothers were certain to be angry with him but he didn't want his little Speedie to be angry.
Sending Speed a text, asking him to meet Marijuana down in the basement, in the ball room where there were slides and places to jump from, Marijuana grabbed a bottle of whiskey and practically ran downstairs to meet his brother. Yes, he was going to start a life with Heroin but he had to keep his brother, if not in a sexual way then in a friendly, loving, brotherly way.
Speed wasn't there yet so Marijuana merely took off his shoes and leaped in gleefully, thankful that the bottle of whiskey was closed. Practically burying himself in the plastic balls, he finally opened it and drank a good portion of it down happily.