(hope you don't mind me throwing MJ at him. XD)
"Seriously, Marc, awesome fucking performance." Cam said in a reverent fashion as the two stumbled around an hour after Marijuana had taken the stage with Classic, Marijuana's arm slung around Cam's shoulders. "How did your friend get so good?" Marijuana merely laughed, so much heroin in his veins that he truly was close to an overdose that could easily be stopped with mental smoke. "Practice, my man, practice." Cam shook his head with wide eyes but suddenly, a noise came from the jungle-gym above their heads and someone fell down into the safety net.
Thankfully, it held this year but Cam went utterly pale and instantly ran off, Marijuana watching with a bit of a pout and sighing because now he had no one to talk to. Wandering for a bit, blunt hanging down from his lips, he cocked his head at an immortal presence he didn't know. And since Marijuana was always rather curious by nature, he followed it to a rather unassuming-looking god, stopping a few feet away from him and cocking his head in a curious and friendly manner. "Yo, dude, 'sup?" He asked slowly, ashing his joint on the ground and taking another quick puff. "Enjoying yourself?" He wrapped his mental smoke a bit tighter around himself because even with the worst of the power surge over, this immortal wasn't family and didn't need to see just how plantlike Marijuana had become.