Who: Devin and Skylar
Where: the greenhouse, then onward
When: afternoon
When Devin left Eatzy’s, he had the faintest aroma of alcohol hanging around him. It might’ve been from where he’d spilled some on his hoodie, or it might have been his breath. Not that it mattered that much. Justin had cemented Devin’s opinion of him and even raised it a notch: the guy was seriously fucking cool for sharing his stash of booze with him. Not that it had been anywhere near enough to get him plastered. No, it was just the right amount for him to lose some of his usual edginess. He didn’t even mind the intermittent pissing rain all that much; he simply pulled his hood over his head and tugged the denim jacket he wore over the hoodie more tightly around him. He was only walking over to the greenhouse anyway, and it wasn’t that far.
He and Skylar had hung out a few times, and they got on okay. Plus, the guy always had weed and sometimes tobacco. Devin wasn’t a big weed-head, but he didn’t mind it once in a while. Letting himself into the greenhouse, he called out, “Skylar! You here?” He made a mental note to be careful walking, since there wasn’t much light to speak of with the gloomy day and the power out.
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