Gandalf is a pervy hobbit fancier (gandalf) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-04 01:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gandalf, sansa stark |
"Get into my van."
Who: Gandalf and Sansa
What: Driving around, in gandalf's vw van
When: Last week?
Where: around
Status: complete
Rating PG-13 for drugs
Gandalf was puffing along on a joint as he rolled up to the usual park. He finally got to show Sansa his van, if not his home in the woods. With anyone else that would sound so very pervy. But this was Gandalf. It takes effort to make him pervy. Pointy Hat trick anyone?
Sansa needed some weed sooner than she usually would, but only because she had been sharing it with her older brother Robb and a couple friends at some clubs. She spotted Gandalf right away and grinned at him. "Hey!" she said with a wave.
Gandalf leaned out of the van and gave her another wave, "Get into my van." He gave her a cheeky grin, "I've got candy."
Sansa couldn't help but laugh at that. "You know, my Mom told me to never do that, but you're not a stranger so I guess it's okay." She opened the passenger door and jumped in.
He laughed, putting the van into gear, "There's a baggie in the glove box. Help yourself."
"Thanks!" she said as she took a look around the van and then reached into the glove compartment. "Want me to pack us a bowl?" she asked.
"That would be lovely, dear." He gave her a fond smile, as he started to drive the old VW around town, "Is your sister still giving you fits?"
Sansa grabbed her glass pipe out of her pocket along with her grinder. She placed them in her lap and then started the process of pulling the nuggets a part and grinding them.
"What do you think?" she responded sarcastically. "She's always giving me hell."
"I'm sure she will mellow out when she's older," Gandalf assured her. "You were a little hellion yourself when I first met you. Not as bad as you make her out to be, of course." He winked.
"Me? A Hellion?" Sansa made a scoffing noise with her throat, like she was offended. "I was never like Arya. I've always been a good girl."
Gandalf chuckled, "Perhaps we have differening opinions on what a hellion is. I don't see you ever throwing a party while your folks are away, for example."
"That's because I don't do that," Sansa short back. "Because I'm not a Hellion."
"I seem to recall you being rather insistant on my selling you some weed, and I was reluctant at first," He retorted back.
"That's different," Sansa retorted. "Besides, aren't you glad you listened to me?" She grinned over at him with grinder in hand.
He glanced at her, as if he were thinking this over, "I found someone...Rad."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sansa replied, smiling a little bit. "Does that mean you have a girlfriend or something?"
Gandalf laughed, "You, I mean. I found a rad friend because I listened to you."
"Oh!" Sansa literally facepalmed herself. "You mean me. Duh." She grinned sheepishly at Gandalf.
He reached over and ruffled her hair, "Of course I do."
Sansa swatted Gandalf's hand away and then held out the pipe for him. "Here," she said.
Taking the pipe, Gandalf puffed on it like he was born with a pipe in his mouth. Now THIS? This was the ticket. After a few moments, he calmly asked, "Anything new in your dreams, Sansa?"
"No," Sansa replied with a shake of her head and a shrug. When Gandalf was done she took the pipe from him and took a hit herself, coughing a little when she pulled the pipe away from her mouth.
"I'm a wizard," He said,cheerfully. Like it was the most wonderful thing in the world.
"In your dreams?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"In my dreams," He replied, smiling softly. "Those doorways to other worlds. I'm a ..guardian of sorts."
"In my dreams I'm just a girl," she said. "A girl with a dead dog."
"Do you have a dog now?" Gandalf raised an eyebrow.
Sansa nodded. "But his name isn't Lady," she gave a little laugh at that and then took another hit before handing the pipe back to Gandalf.
Gandalf laughed, taking a hit, which only made things funnier and so he laughed for several long minutes, "I missed this."
Sansa grinned over at Gandalf. She hadn't thought she was very funny, but maybe it was the weed talking. "Me too," she said with a nod.
Once the weed giggles had settled down, he asked her, "When do you have a day off?"
"I don't ever really have a day off, but I don't always have to go into work either," she replied. "Why?"
"I do want to show you this wonderful field I've been growing. And I've finally put up an actual structure in my grove!"
"Seriously? It's out here in Orange County? How did you manage that?"
"I made friends with a park ranger." His grin was three feet wide.
"You sly old dog!" Sansa exclaimed, looking thrilled.
"I supply her, she keeps quiet." He nodded his head, sagely, "It's not a bribe. Technically."
"Yes it is," Sansa eyed Gandalf and handed him the pipe. "Don't even try to deny it."
"Fine, fine, it's a bribe." He took a puff, "Shrooms too."
"Definitely a bribe," Sansa replied with a small chuckle.
"There's some in the glove box for you too. Just a little bit, of course." For some reason he wanted to save some shrooms for the hobbit Frodo.
"Shrooms?" Sansa asked skepticaly. "Oh, no," she said with a shake of her head. "I don't do shrooms. Just weed for me, but thanks."
"I've done them a couple of times. Enough to know what it's like. I prefer being mellow. But I thought I'd offer!"
"Thanks for the offer," Sansa said. "But definitely not my kind of thing."
He nodded in understanding, taking the VW in another circle. Circles were fun! "Are you happy, Sansa?"
Sansa's brow furrowed together. "What sort of question is that?" said the avoider.
"A general question about a friend's wellbeing," He replied, eyeing her astutely.
"You're going all wizard on me, Gandalf," Sansa replied.
"It's better than the man, Sansa." He grinned at her.
"I don't know. The wizard is getting all nosy," she replied, eyebrows raised.
He squeezed a hand on her shoulder, "The hippy is concerned for his friend too."
"There's nothing to be concerned about," Sansa replied.
"If you insist." Gandalf's stomach rumbled, "There's chips in the back, if you would be so kind?"
"Sure," Sansa replied. She climbed into the back, grabbed the back and then held it out for Gandalf.
Gandalf glanced at her in the mirror, then took the chips. Sometimes he really wished he was a bit younger.