If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-08-29 18:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | sato |
Who: Cam [MJ NPC], Mischa [Sato NPC], Jan [Sato NPC] and Sato herself.
Where: Murasaki, Sato's gallery.
When: Monday evening.
Warnings: Light violence.
Dave hadn't told him what was going on, only that there had been an 'incident' and that Marc was going to be spending a few days not working, upstairs with Hazel and Dave was unofficially taking the reigns. Cam had dutifully bandaged the bullet graze on Wes' shoulder, had asked repeatedly about Marc but after being told that, of course, Marc was okay and would always be okay numerous times, Cam had given up. But he felt weird. He was thinking about Bryn far too much, he was thinking about coke and crack far too much, and how was he to know that Marijuana was heavily sleeping, was healing, and therefore, his influence was almost gone from the minds of his employees? Thinking about Bryn, knowing that Dave was in contact with her, Cam had needed to get out of the shop and before he knew it, had found himself looking up at Murasaki without really knowing how he'd arrived or why he was there. But if there was one thing - one person - who could get his mind off Bryn and cocaine, it was Mischa and even though Cam was dressed in ripped jeans, skater shoes and a Metallica t-shirt, he thought that maybe, maybe, he'd be able to get inside the gallery.
Even if the very idea of Mischa's boss terrified him.
Perhaps he could avoid her but Cam took about twenty minutes, standing in an alley across the street from the gallery and puffing in deeply on a joint, a joint that couldn't crush his cravings for cocaine. Eventually, after another joint and a cigarette, Cam managed to work up enough courage to cross the street and open the door slowly. Stepping inside, he had only walked a few feet down the long hallway before he came across the front desk, complete with a security guard.
Whether it was the scruffy attire or the smell of marijuana smoke that constantly hovered around anyone who spent more than an hour at the Highway, the security guard stood up and began to search him. Thankfully, Cam had left his gun at the car but the guard found two switchblades, a pack of joints and a memory stick that contained the secret to unlocking the DEA firewalls. The security guard couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he looked over the coding on his palm pilot but Cam just gave him a brilliant, innocent smile.
Which faded just a bit as he heard the click of heels approach but when a flash of blonde hair rounded the corner, the smile turned genuine and he suddenly found himself unsure of what to say.