"Wassup playas!" Evan drawled, stalking over to the boys. He slumped into an empty seat, taking a drag on his joint. "Wuz crackin'?" he laughed. Smoke was billowing onto the table.
Evan wasn't big on poker, but he showed up for the booze. In return, he brought a joint or two.
"What the fuck is a Cajun? I thought that was a chicken." He passed the joint over to Pietro.