While Guns seemed to calm down and become languid, Marijuana just tensed up in minute amounts. Already wound tight by the family infighting, by the troubles of his mortals, by wedding planning, the urge to leap up and do something, anything violent was strong, running underneath his skin like little pinpricks even he took another long chug from his bottle of beer. He found himself remembering just why being around Guns maybe wasn't the best idea for him but there were ways to work out such aggression. Suddenly, he was extremely glad that Heroin was back at the shop.
Thinking about working out aggression with his fiance, though, perhaps wasn't the best thing to be doing during a meeting with Guns and Marijuana just gave his friend another shrug. "I run the biggest drug empire in the city, it'd look rather odd if I didn't have a bodyguard. He's useful." He made sure Wes heard him, he made sure to reach out to his bodyguard's mind and encase it in mental smoke, doing his best to keep Guns' violent influence out. The last thing he needed was for Wes to act on the violent urges that Marijuana usually kept buried at the back of his mind. Wes, who had been glaring at the sight of weapons around his boss, blinked in stoned confusion before recognizing what Marijuana was doing and reluctantly, he went back to his game of pool. Very, very reluctantly.
As Guns straightened up, Marijuana relaxed slightly, needing to appear like it wasn't a huge deal, what was going on. For the sake of his family, he didn't want Guns to get involved in the current mess. The last conflict had been bad enough. Marijuana waved his hand dismissively. "I think War is going up against Nuclear Power and her ilk. Christian against New God. Personally, I don't see any reason to get involved. It would be an unnecessary expenditure of power to do so and you know how lazy I can be, dude."