Dave Henderson (devotee) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-29 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | dylan hayes, marijuana |
Who: Dylan Hayes, Wes Burton (NPC), Matt Reilly (NPC), and, eventually, Marijuana.
What: Dylan comes to pack up Dave's presents. ... Marijuana is a douche.
Where: The Highway back room.
When: Tuesday evening.
Warnings: Language, drug use... will update as needed.
"You can't still be mad at me for what I said yesterday."
It was an almost normal day at the Highway, as normal as days could be with Dave still gone. Marijuana and Cam were out and had been for several hours; at the tattoo parlour, Cam getting the weed leaf tattoo on his arm that every second since the Highway's formation had been adorned with. Tradition, and a necessary one. However, it was a slow Tuesday night, one that left Wes and Matt at the counter, Matt shooting the occasional glare over at the bulky bodyguard and Wes doing his best, which wasn't very good at all, to start a stilted conversation.
"Why would I be mad? We're just fucking, after all." Matt took a drag from his cigarette, fitting the filter in between two meth sores that were starting to pop up around his lips more frequently these days. He sent another glare in Wes' direction, remembering that Wes had turned down a trip out to get lunch with him because they were just fucking. It wasn't like he wanted to be boyfriends or anything silly like that but they were friends and they had a lot of sex, would it be so hard for Wes to recognize that such a mix was more complicated than 'just fucking'? Besides, the employees ate together constantly, it wasn't like it would have been a date or anything.
Wes just gave Matt an odd look and dug into the pockets of his jacket, bypassing the knife and the condom to the stash of candy he kept for just this purpose; making Matt smile whenever the boy was mad at him. He offered up a Halloween package of Sour Patch Kids and Matt reached for it greedily with a light squeal. Wes watched him tear the package with his teeth and smiled affectionately behind the beard.
However, when the Highway door swung open, Wes snapped to attention, dark eyes hidden behind darker sunglasses boring into the young man who stepped inside. Matt even stopped rooting around in the bag for all the extra sugar that had fallen off his bribe from Wes to look at Dylan blandly.