Dave trailed off as Twitter came up and Marijuana stepped around the counter to greet her with a smile and a loose hug. "Whaddup, Little T?" He asked, his smile widening as he stepped back, knowing without having to ask or look behind him that Dave was holding the joint out over the counter for him and he took it automatically, taking nice long drag. She was looking really good, which put his t-shirt and jeans to shame, although he was wearing eyeliner and quite a few beady bracelets.
He glanced over at the lava lamp, knowing he was going to love it later when he got into the hard drugs. "Candy had it for her club, isn't it fucking awesome?" Marijuana straightened up, switching over to host mode. "Soooo, for your pleasure, we have our bartender here, who can mix you anything you want. Or if he's busy, we've got rum and coke, vodka and orange juice, whiskey and coke and straight scotch." He gestured over to the various water coolers with a mischievous smile before nodding to the laundry baskets. "And we've got any drug you could want as well."
A thought suddenly occurred to him and he looked back at Dave. "Come on, get your ass over here and be social. I know I'm paying you for tonight, but you are allowed to have fun." He turned back to Twitter with a smile. "Lil' T, this is Dave. He's my second in command so... I guess he's like your supervisor. He's who you'll deal with when I'm not around, relay rushed messages, stuff like that." He glanced over at Dave. "And Dave, this is Lil' T, our newest high school level runner."