Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-16 01:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-04 |
Should the canyons burn, all night long like the Fourth of July
Who: Graham, Rigby, and Kismet (NPC)
Where: Shores of Portland, Maine
When: Evening
Warning: High!Graham is high o_O
New England in general was known for the unique ocean shores that were made up of rocks instead of smooth sand, which probably explained why the locals thought it was a perfect idea to shoot off fireworks on the ocean. Why not? Though as much as Graham wanted to see the fire works like a two year old wanted to buy everything in the god damn candy store, he wasn't entirely cool with the whole let's-sit-by-the-ocean-shore-and-watch-f
And apparently to achieve said high as a kite status involved three lines of cocaine and a massive joint of pot.
With all the drugs in his system, Graham had no fear of water and was actually enjoying himself on the quiet rocky beach. They had found a spot that was far enough away from the crowd so that Rigby wouldn't get a migraine and so that Graham could keep smoking his joint in peace. It was a win-win situation in his book. No one around to bother them and- When are they going to start? Scratch that, Kismet was still around.
"Fuck if I know, eventually," he took another drag, holding in the smoke for a few seconds before tilting his head back to exhale. "Just chill out in the meantime, Kizzy, there's no need to rush anything." Jumping across to a nearby rock, Graham flailed about to regain whatever sense of composure he had left, then spun on his heel slowly to look on over to Rigby. "You doing ok over there? No one raping your mind? I can roll you up your own one of these if you need to calm down." Yeah, he was definitely gone if he thought sharing his precious drugs was a smart idea.