Marijuana(/Cam), open to Coffee
Cam had watched the performance from his post at the coffee bar, as entranced by the mixing of Song, Smoke, and Love, as the rest of the mortal guests had been. Once the spell was broken, however, he shook his head to clear it and went back to serving coffee quickly, efficiently, with one eye on the jungle-gym-in-the-air and half of his focus on the chatter of his techies that played into his ear via his headset. At least, that's where his focus had been until he saw a blur and heard a thump, the sight and sound of Marijuana hopping over the counter of the coffee bar and, in his severe intoxication, hitting up against the back counter before landing in a laughing slump on the floor. Rolling his eyes, the mortal bent down to offer his boss a hand up, smiling indulgently and glancing over to Wes, Marijuana's bodyguard who had settled on one of the couches near the bar to watch his boss. "High enough yet, bossman?" Marijuana popped up from the ground quickly, swaying just a tad until he found the counter to lean against and just shook his head, scratched at the fresh track marks on his inner arm, looked out over his party briefly.
"Never high enough, Cam-my-boy." He reached out, dragged his mortal in against his side, and slung a happy around around Cam's shoulder. "You did well, to balance your new duties as second and organize this celebration." For a moment, Marijuana's voice sounded more sober than he was. "Dave would have been proud of you." Cam's lips pursed as a flushed mortal came up to the counter, looking for coffee to extend her ecstasy high just a bit longer before she popped another pill. He twisted away from his boss deftly, leaving Marijuana to gaze after him with a slight frown on his face. But by the time Cam had sent the etard off clutching her coffee in twitching fingers, Marijuana was using his counter to roll a large joint, sprinkling it with white powder from a baggie in his pocket before rolling it up and lighting it with a tip of his finger. "You need to relax, Cam. That and get me a coffee."
Cam hurried to pour a cup of Colombian dark roast. "Got any joints that aren't laced with smack?" Cam asked as he extended the cup to his boss, Marijuana taking it and offering up a fresh joint, heroin-free, in trade. Then, in a few perfect moments of god and mortal relaxing up against the counter, Marijuana nursed his coffee and Cam slowly toked on his joint.