Who: Morgan and Open. Where: Outside the hotel most the kids invaded. When: Durring and afterthis. What: All the love talk had Morgan needing something to relax. Warning: Drug use, possible language. Morgan couldn't understand why everyone was all up on her about the love shit. She'd gone this long without it, survived this long without having a parental figure that gave a rats ass. Now hearing that Jack might actually care? It was a little weird. Not to mention that... That Logan had noticed that she like to cuddle. That was just embarrassing.
Digging into her 'stash, Morgan rolled a joint, and three cigarettes. Knowing she'd go through all four. But hoping that it only took the four to calm her back to that stoic butch bitch she'd been. She didn't like chinks in her armor. It left space for pain to leak through, and she hadn't felt the pain in years. And she wasn't about to let it in again.
By the time she reached the ground floor she was bugging for a light. But living in New York she knew better. Knew not to light up near doors or windows. Not that she followed the rules all the time, but those were just common courtesy. Once outside, she circled around the pool and sat on the diving board, before she sparked up. Not quite paying attention to which one it was. It didn't matter. Nicotine, THC, it didn't matter.
Inhaling the noxious smoke, she swallowed it before she let it ease out of her nostrils. Not quite better, but not as bad as she was. Laying back on the diving board, hair dangling just inches from the water's surface, she fished out her phone again. Why the fuck was everyone getting so philosophical on her?