If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-14 11:20:00 |
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Current music: | music makes dylan go all 'nam. no music. |
Entry tags: | adonis, allegra lenkeit, college, dave henderson, dylan hayes, elpis, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana (through the speakerphone at the beginning), Adonis, College, Allegra Lenkeit/Elpis, Dylan Hayes, Dave, Cam, Matt, Wes (MJ NPCs), Mischa (Sato NPC), Maria, Kris (Heroin NPCs), open to crashers who won't kill any of my lovely NPCs or burn the Highway down. Srsly.
Where: The Highway.
When: Sunday evening.
Warnings: ... It's a party hosted by MJ's NPCs and babysat by Adonis and College. Language, hard drug use and sexuality is a safe bet.
Notes: Will set up comment threads for Dave/Dylan, Cam/Mischa(/Allegra?) and Adonis/College/whoever. If anyone would like a particular NPC, just put the name in the subject line and they'll appear. <3
The Highway looked utterly different. Gone were the numerous display cases that housed expensive glass bongs, dragged down to the basement by Wes and his crew of guards. Instead, low couches were spread out through the shop floor, thick, clean - although it wouldn't stay clean - carpeting had been laid down, Cam's crew of techies had brought in the old office water coolers and filled them with vodka, whiskey and rum, scattering them around through the couches. One corner, in deference to Cam's geekery, was set up as a gaming area with the volume muted, with consoles ranging from a clunky old Atari to the Wii, PS3 and Xbox 360, and a DDR set-up right beside the huge plasma screen. The giant lava lamp was back and already casting a rather odd glow on the semi-darkened room, the counter was cleaned of the cash register, the door to Marijuana's apartment was firmly padlocked and Marijuana's lucky four were lounging on one of the couches, paying varying degrees of attention to the voice that was coming from the speakerphone set out on the coffee table.
"First of all, Happy Birthday, Cam. I've already apologized for the fact that I won't be there for your twentieth, but make sure you check the basement on Tuesday. There'll be a gift for you. No, I couldn't swing any plutonium or uranium or whatever the hell you'd need. Start on the time machine instead, yeah?"
Cam looked up from the DS that seemed to be permanently glued to his hand these days to knock down the cravings and grinned at the phone. "Give me a few months and we can go back to Ancient Greece or something, man."
Marijuana snorted but continued. "Wes, we've already discussed this, but make sure a good portion of your guards are pulled back to the shop. I want at least eight surrounding the outside, five on the inside and you better make damned sure that no one fucks with my apartment. Got it?"
Wes, batting a glitter-glue-tube-filled hand that belonged to Matt away from his beard, merely grunted a grunt that roughly translated into 'stop fucking worrying, you douche, I've got it fucking covered' and growled at the boy next to him as he stole the tube and squeezed hard. Matt coughed, spluttered, spat out glitter and settled back on the couch to glare up at his older, stronger friend as he worked a small baggie out of his pocket.
Marijuana, listening to what was going on, broke out in rather-stoned laughter and the mortals had to wait a good thirty seconds before their boss could continue. "Matt, what's your job for tonight?" Matt, however, had wrestled Wes' shirt up and had bent over to take a line off a firm stomach. "Matty-boy." Marijuana's voice was firm, not pleased and Cam reached over to smack the back of Matt's head lightly, the boy jolting to attention. "My job is to distract a really pretty blond boy and a guy with dark curls because they're idiots and might try to fuck shit up." He rattled it off in a startingly clear voice as he sniffed a few times to make sure every last bit of meth was streaming through his system.
"Good boy." Marijuana's voice was a dangerous purr and Matt wasn't the only one who shivered with a mixture of arousal and fear and sat up a little straighter. Even Wes shifted a bit with anxiety, Cam licked his lips and Dave had to cross his arms over his lap to hide his own reaction.
"Now. Dave-my-Dave." The doomed acting-first-in-command looked up and moved closer to the phone as if that would bring him closer to his love, his addiction, his Marijuana.. "We've discussed this at length already. I know why you're doing this, you know what you need to do tonight. Just watch over everyone, make sure you don't shoot up too much of the Colombian and have fun, alright, Davey-boy?"
Dave murmured his assent and Marijuana sighed lightly before continuing. "I'm heading off to go swimming now. Happy Birthday, my Cam, and everyone have fun tonight, okay?" With a chorus of goodbyes, Marijuana hung up the phone, the door opened, the lower drug runners began to pour in and the mortals moved to their various posts; Wes in front of the door to Marijuana's apartment, Dave in a corner where he could watch the whole shop, Matt bouncing through the crowd and Cam went straight for the gaming corner.
While the cat is away, the mice will play.