If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-20 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, speed |
Who: Marijuana, Speed, and Matt Reilly (NPC).
What: Dance Dance Revolution, candy, etc!
Where: Matt's apartment, across the street from the Highway.
When: Monday night.
Warnings: Language, drug use, excessive cuteness, possible sexuality if Speed and Matt get cuddly.
Marijuana'd had enough of moping around the Highway, traveling through the minds of his stoners, reaching out in vain for Dave's mind. The Highway routine felt like it was smothering him; he did nothing but receive shipments and run himself ragged delivering the drugs. Time with Heroin was a blissful reprieve from boredom and restlessness, but to really snap out of his stupor, he needed to get out and about, see people other than his husband and his mortals. Setting aside time to chill with Matt and Speed was a perfect solution, although, Marijuana reminded himself as he slipped into Matt's apartment, if his mortal and his brother started to seem like they wanted time alone, Marijuana would definitely have to leave quietly rather than stay and watch. Not that he would want to watch; he had tapes of his husband if he needed visual stimulation and Heroin wasn't around and the real thing when Heroin was.
Clearing his mind of anything that wasn't contemplation of just how high he was - hash oil papers sprinkled with heroin was a delightful and mindblowing mix - he grinned down at his mortal as Matt jumped up off his couch to greet his boss with a sloppy kiss to Marijuana's cheek. Marijuana ignored the ever-growing meth sores around his mortal's mouth and teased the teenager with a fleeting kiss to the tip of Matt's nose. "You excited, Matty? Speed's coming to see us!" Matt nodded eagerly, fingers twitching as he pushed dull brown hair back from his forehead. The mortal's eyes were glassy, but dulled by how much meth he had in his system and it was rather obvious that, without Dave, the youngest Highway mortal was slipping a tad, slipping further into addiction, needing more and more just to function. Marijuana didn't think about the never-ending cycle of the addictions of Highway employees and simply grinned as Matt began to ramble. "Yes! You think he'll like all the candy I bought?" Matt gestured to the small mountain of Pixie Stix, gumballs, jawbreakers, and other assorted treats. "And will he bring any of the really, really good shit?"
Marijuana sighed inwardly, but sank down into Matt's couch, drawing the young teenager down in against his side. "'Course he will. He always does, right?" Matt nodded eagerly again and settled against his boss to wait, eyes darting over to the door occasionally.