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Sean Allen ([info]eternalearth) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-07 20:14:00

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Entry tags:geb, sif

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain
Who: Sean and Lucy
What: A fun time smoking
Where: Lucy's Apartment
When: Sometime in the evening
Warnings: drugs

Sean had felt bad about how overly eager he had been on the community forum, and he definitely felt like he was using Lucy, so much so that he almost didn't show to her apartment. Part of him felt like maybe this was a problem if he wanted it that badly, but really, he had just been excited, and really he didn't smoke that often, it was just guilt. Wracked with guilt though, Sean had gone to the store and picked up a box of cookies, the soft kind that was covered in bright blue icing. It didn't make up for his guilt, but it definitely helped. Part of him was also afraid that he'd knock on the door, and Samuel would answer the door with two cops at his side.

About two and a half hours after they had talked, Sean took the elevator up to Lucy's floor and knocked on the door, box of cookies in hand. He was dressed in flip flops, loose dark tan yoga pants that went down to the floor, and a simple brick red tee-shirt. He always looked like he was in his pajamas, but he did work as a yoga and meditation instructor. Dressing up for him was putting on a pair of non ripped jeans. Hell, sometimes dressed up was changing into a pair of non stinky yoga clothes, which is what he did to take the elevator up to Lucy's apartment.



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[info]sifwheat
2011-10-02 03:45 am UTC (link)
She curled deeper into the cushions and rested her head back, eyes closed. These chairs were extremely soft and comfortable, and she couldn't resist closing her eyes.

She sighed and shrugged again, her voice rather drowsy. "The world is totally nice. No one every pays attention to the nice stuff though." She covered her mouth as she yawned.

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[info]eternalearth
2011-10-02 03:54 am UTC (link)
"The world IS totally nice. I'm so glad to have found someone else that can see that. Good for you Lucy, good for you." Oh yes, Sean was very, very high and he was very, very happy. Sean relaxed into his seat as well, resting his head back with a goofy smile. This was the life.

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[info]sifwheat
2011-10-02 04:11 am UTC (link)
"Mmm," she said softly, her limbs languid and her mind fuzzy from weariness. That was one of the wonderful things about pot, it helped her sleep. It was a huge asset during chemo, when she was uncomfortable and sick. She had the hardest time getting to sleep. Marijuana was the only thing that really helped her settle.

"I think I'm gonna sleep now," she mumbled through a yawn. "You can let yourself out whenever."

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[info]eternalearth
2011-10-02 04:14 am UTC (link)
"Of course, and thanks again. Once I get my supply, you're more than welcome to stop by any time so I can return the favor with something nicer than cookies." Sean got up before he fell asleep here, which he was totally about to do. "Night." He showed himself to the door, and let himself out, trying to lock it as he went out if that was possible.

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