If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-26 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | heroin, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and Heroin.
What: Vacation shopping!
Where: Seattle, pet store.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Warnings: Possible language and drug use, fluff.
When he had suggested the trip to Seattle, Marijuana had forgotten that they would have to take a plane. Apart from the neurotic twitching that occurred when they had to go through airport security and that one drug dog that had sniffed a little too hard in Marijuana's direction and the fact that Marijuana couldn't bring weed with him, they had been thousands of feet above the earth in a mechanical contraption made and operated by humans. It was too far from the earth than a plant should ever really be, although being closer to the sun helped, as did the little bottles of booze that the flight attendant kept bringing him whenever he asked. The first two hours were spent getting resoundingly drunk and the last three were spent sleeping with his head on Heroin's shoulder, most likely drooling a bit. But eventually, they arrived and even though Marijuana was tired, they had a concert to go to. Pearl Jam was... alright, so Marijuana hated anything Grunge-related but anything that made Heroin happy made him happy and even though he didn't enjoy the music - he figured if he went and didn't enjoy it, Grunge wouldn't get a drop of power from his presence there - he just loved the look on Heroin's face throughout the concert, even if a small part of him hated the fact that Heroin still had a connection to the grunge scene in general.
He'd gotten rather drunk there, too.
When the next morning came, he groaned as the sun filtered into their hotel room but eventually, he dragged himself out of bed and they ordered a rather large, rather greasy breakfast, Marijuana eating like there was no tomorrow and was extremely thankful as the slight hangover abated rather quickly. Deciding, after making very good use of the king size bed, that they should see the sights and do some shopping, they left the hotel in the early afternoon and were walking down the street when they saw a hamster display in the window of a pet store. Marijuana paused and glanced over at Heroin, who had a look on his face that suggested he was melting on the inside because of just how cute they were and Marijuana grinned wide as he dragged his fiance into the store quickly. "Which one do you think is the cutest?" He asked, lacing his fingers with Heroin's as they looked over the small rodents, Marijuana's eyes already fixed on one in particular.