RP: Brian and John Who: Brian and John Where: Their house When: Saturday, January 19, 2013 Summary: They talk, or mostly Brian lets John say his peace
Brian wasn't thrilled with Vance. Not for the punishment, because harvesting and drying pot to use as currency was very cool, just like it would be finding different kind of pills that could be used in quantities that wouldn't raise suspicions. No, that part was actually pretty good. The problem was the not so veiled threated that Vance would leave him here. He had no doubt that Vance meant it, because the man was a bastard when he wanted to be.
There was a bigger problem: John. He was pissed, which, whatever. It wasn't like Brian had killed someone. It was just some pot, nothing that would get people sick. They just.... made people feel good, and more people needed to feel good as far as he was concerned. Maybe if John saw things up close and personal, he'd get it.
"Want to help me with the pot?" he asked, reaching out after weeks of letting John make the first move and avoiding him. "You don't have to do anything, but at least Derek won't have a conniption because I'm all alone."