If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-05 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, salvia |
Who: Marijuana and Salvia.
What: The 'share your toys' lesson, Drug God style.
Where: Salvia's room, Highway basement.
When: Tuesday, early evening.
Warnings: Possible language and drug use, the death of a teddy bear.
Even when back at the Highway, Marijuana was still in vacation mode. Spending time with Heroin and their pets had felt like they were extending their vacation and, afterward, Marijuana had to drag himself downstairs to check on the mortals and, in general, Highway business affairs. Giving the rather huge room service bill to Cam for him to take care of, he spent a few minutes in murmured conversation with Wes, ruffled Matt's hair and ordered Bryn to give him a basic run-down of the gossip floating around through her network of working girls and pimps. He knew, however, that he was avoiding checking in with the one person who'd been on his mind for two weeks - nine years, really - but if he had to go down to the basement, he'd kill two birds with one stone.
Matt pouted when Marijuana asked him to run across the street and bring back the cutest, most fluffy and cuddly teddy bear the young mortal owned, knowing that it wasn't likely to meet with a happy fate. But he did as he was told, offering up Fluffykins with a pout, even as Marijuana patted his cheek and promised that it would be replaced. Then Marijuana lingered at the top of the stairs to the basement, wavering for a long moment. However, a voice at the back of his head said that he needed to take the steps. After four days of being away, that nagging little voice said he owed Dave a visit. Marijuana pursed his lips, told that annoying voice to be quiet and plodded down the stairs, pausing halfway to reach down with his mind. Dave was safe. Marijuana decided against actually checking.
Holding the teddy bear by its arm, he bypassed the sub-basement and wandered down the hallway, kicking off his shoes so his bare feet could press down against the dirt floor. Salvia's door was open but Marijuana reached in to knock quietly against the wood. "Hermanita?"