Hippie snuggled into his side, taking another toke as her rummaged through his bag. She didn't see the Glock, luckily for them both. She didn't know how she would have reacted. Perhaps she would have felt a little betrayed. If he believed in her love and peace, then why would he need something that only brought hate and violence. But she was oblivious, happily taking her fruit punch and waiting for Mary Jane to mix in the THC. "Then it's good that he went." she said simply, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice. When she had come to New York, Lucy had hardly remembered her. After Altamont, that hurt more than she cared to admit. "He will get better in his own sweet time." she said with a sigh. "Then we'll have our colors back." She nodded reassuring both of them.
She swirled the juice in her bottle before taking a drink and closing her eyes. She loved the feeling of her drugs, typically Mary Jane, Lucy, Shrooms, and Peyote, flowing through her. It made her feel whole. It made her feel like things could be right in the world some day. "Mmmm, I love you. Feels right when I'm near you and Classic." She toked again and handed the joint back to him. Usually, she would kiss him, push the smoke in her lungs back into his own. But thing had changed and that was okay. She settled on curling a lock of hair around her finger and smiling up at him.