Who: Miniver and Cassidy What: Jam session, gettin' high. When: Today! Where: Tortuga beach house Warnings: Swearing, drugs. Possible crying. You never know with Miniver.
Cassidy had brought out the edibles, a bottle of whiskey (With only two shots taken from it), and his favorite pipe - a glass piece with delightful wave designs in blue and white inside it. The island smelled fresh - it had rained that afternoon, and the field of marijuana that grew a half mile away from their house was drying off and giving off a light, sweet scent that mixed in amongst the sea smell. Cassidy loved his island.
He was currently on the wrap-around patio of the house, sprawled out between two pillars, plucking out Redemption Song on his new white Gibson Firebird VII. He liked how its body was almost a rounded version of the Xplorer, and he knew that meant something to Toki. The fact that it was also a Gibson was also amusing to him. Either Toki didn't want to give him anything but the best, or he just went to Gibson and begged off a guitar from them. Either way, it was a thoughtful gift. Their dog, Dogstoyevski, was at his feet, his long, wide tongue poking out as he laid there, looking like ever the mini guard gargoyle.