If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-03 15:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | allegra lenkeit, elpis, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana, Allegra, Cam.
Where: The Highway.
When: Wednesday, 7-ish.
Warnings: Drug use, language, confusion.
Mischa was coming over, Marijuana was dreading his talk with Dave on Thursday and thus, spent Cam's counter shift with him instead of having Matt do it. He felt guilty about spending a few hours away from Heroin but he felt guilty about practically everything these days and did his best to shove most of it down under barriers of smoke in his own mind. Useful, that, being able to block out pain with smoke until it all became too much and he had to go down for yet another nap. Now, however, he was solely focused on Cam as his third-in-command ranted and raved about just how cool the NASA pictures were, about various technical things that flew right over Marijuana's head but this was Cam, one of his best friends and Marijuana listened with an indulgent smile in between ringing up bongs for customers and fielding calls on the Highway phone about deliveries. After about half an hour, however, it started to give him a headache.
"Okay, Cam-my-boy, enough of that." Cam quieted sheepishly, flushing a bit as Marijuana just shook his head and quashed the urge to reach out and pinch the young man's cheek. "Let's return to what we were discussing last night." Marijuana continued easily, giving Cam a smooth smile and lighting up joints for both of them, the mortal taking his eagerly and inhaling deeply in an attempt to feel something like the high he really wanted. Marijuana couldn't do that for him but he did make sure his third was rather stoned as he began. "See, the duties of the second-in-command shift with each situation. On a run, their responsibility is to protect the interests of the business; protect the staff and the drugs. That is their purpose and it is the bodyguard's purpose to protect me. Understand?" Cam frowned lightly, working through it logically even though his mind was rather clouded. "Yeah, man." He said simply, leaning against the back of the chair because he knew the lecture wasn't over yet.
"It's a dual loyalty. The first loyalty is to me, obviously, of course, and Dave is going to give you a nice, long talk about what exactly that sense of loyalty entails, outside of the business." Cam just nodded quickly as Marijuana continued, smoke trickling out of the corners of the god's mouth as he spoke. "But. That loyalty to me translates to a loyalty to the business. You have to act in the best interests of the company before you act in my best interests." Marijuana paused. "Sometimes. Like, if you have a choice between rescuing twenty pounds of coke," Cam tensed and Marijuana eyed him appraisingly until the mortal relaxed. "From someone trying to jack us or letting me get shot? You save the coke and let me and Wes deal with the violence."
Cam just frowned again. "But-" Marijuana cut him off. "It's confusing, I know. Dave will make it clearer, you just worry about getting through the next two days, alright?" He reached out to ruffle the young mortal's hair fondly and Cam smiled at his boss as he puffed on his joint. "Alright, Marc."
And then the door opened.