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"Don't matter..nothin' matters any more."
Who: Gandalf, Romany, Sylvanas and Alleria
What: Everyone wants a piece of the good stuff
When: Monday
Where: Gandalf's ...place.
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for drug use!



"Okay duck..okay..hold on.." Romany flailed a hand, reaching for the pipe and trying to yank it out of Gandalf's mouth. She failed miserably, and fell back laughing as the older man puffed out smoke rings.

Sylvanas was driving. Really, they'd argued over driving, but she'd won the coin flip. Her sister had been on her feet all day, anyway, "Damn it, leave the radio alone."

"I'll leave the radio alone when you stop listening to crap," Alleria grouched, while playing around with the dial. There was nothing on, and she was kind of tense. Mainly because they were about to go invest in illegal drugs, but also because she'd had a long day.

"Katy Perry is not crap!" She slapped her sister's hand, grousing at her. It was one of her dirty little secrets. And if it ever ever got out she'd have to kill Alleria. She pulled off the road and then drove down a long, dusty path. The car bounced and bumped jarringly.

At the end of the path sat Gandalf, wearing a fedora and smoking a pipe. Next to him was a woman in a tye dye summer dress.

This was the sort of scene that was actually not entirely unfamiliar to either sister. The cult had spent a lot of time messing around with casual drug use (it was useful for trance states), and there had been a lot of driving to out of the way places, down bumpy roads.

But Katy Perry was still crap, and Alleria gave her sister a knowing look before getting out of the car.

It was one of the few things about the cult that Sylvanas actually missed. They hadn't indulged much - it was a special thing for special occasions or really bad days.

Sylvanas stepped out of the car and called out, "Are you Gandalf?"

The old man looked up, puffing out a smoke ring that almost resembled a sailing ship.

The ship was impressive, and Alleria watched it float away on the breeze for a bit, with her hands shoved into her pants pockets. She still wasn't sure how she'd ended up here, except that it still felt like the month had blindsided her. And that Neena woman hadn't returned her phone calls, either.

Figures that the two sisters would be alike as far as being slippery and hard to track down was concerned.

Alright, maybe she really needed some pot. She pulled one of her hands out of her pockets, and greeted the man with a wave, "We heard you were the man with the best garden in the state."

"Best garden on the coast," He replied, waving them over.

His companion straightened up and fixed her dress. Romany was already pretty stoned, her eyes glassy and a perpetual smile on her face, "'ello ducks, come to try out the crop? It's not as dry an' brittle as the grower!" She fell onto her back laughing again.

Gandalf clucked his tongue, though he gave out a chuckle, "Sit, sit!"

Sylvanas exchanged a looked with her sister, and approached.

This was going to be a very interesting evening, Alleria decided. She arched both of her brows when Sylvanas looked at her, then shrugged and headed on up to the place where the tie-dye woman and the older gentleman had previously been sitting.

She hunkered down on the ground and pulled her jacket off, "I'm willing to pay good money for the best garden on the coast, but I want a taste test first."

Alleria glanced over at Romany and added, "Who's your friend?"

Pulling out a baggie and rolling up a pair of joints, Gandalf hmmm and hawed and replied, "Her name is Romany. We've known each other a long, long time. She's been having a tough time of it of late. I am trying to get her to realize that sometimes, the simple truths are what matter the most." He deftly yet casually moved out of the way when the woman swatted at him.

Sylvanas took her joint and crouched, taking a puff, and exhaling it, "Not bad."

"Sometimes even the smallest truths are pains in the ass to admit to," Alleria mumbled, while lighting up her joint. She took a nice long drag off of it before exhaling, and was immediately glad they'd come here.

It was really, really good stuff. Not that she was that discerning a customer. It'd been a while. But still, as far as she was concerned, it was damn good. She only hoped that it didn't cost a small fortune to own some.

Sylvanas took another toke off her joint, closing her eyes to enhance the sensation. It made her feel a little dizzy. She enjoyed the feeling, and plopped down onto a log, "This is the best stuff I've had in a long time."

"It's the best stuff you could ever have," Gandalf replied, blowing out another smoke ring.

Romany nodded her head, "Some o'the best I've ever 'ad...!"

Alleria actually giggled a bit and flopped backwards onto the grass with the joint hanging out of her mouth a little bit, "It's really, really good stuff. How much does the best stuff you could ever have cost, anyway? Because I want so much more than just this one joint."

Gandalf named a price, "That's with the new friend discount."

"What about t'old friend discount?" Romany complained, smacking a hand on the old wizard's knee.

Gandalf laughed, the sound reverberating around the trees. He took out a baggie and waggled it, just out of reach of Romany's grubby fingers.

Then he tossed it to Alleria.

The baggie landed on Alleria's chest, and she lifted it in air above her head, taking a long toke off her joint while inspecting it and weighing it. Then she nodded, "That's all good, Gandalf. I like the new friend discount."

She sat up and winked at Romany, laughing a bit, "As long as it doesn't turn into the old friend discount."

"Bugger!"

Sylvanas tossed some cash into Gandalf's lap, and started to giggle. Romany picked up on the giggling and started to giggle, herself.

Gandalf chuckled, tucking his joint onto his ear, "The old friend discount is as good as the new friend discount."

"Then what's our old friend Romany complaining so loudly about, eh?" Alleria asked, while tucking the baggie away in her pants. She might pull it out in a few seconds to roll another one, though. She wasn't really sure.

"He's cuttin' me off, duck. Says I've 'ad too much."

"Because you have had too much," Gandalf replied. His lips parted into a mysterious smile.

Sylvanas tilted her head, "How can you have too much?"

"That's not very kind of you, cutting your old friend off like that."

Alleria wasn't sure there was such a thing as too much, either. It was just pot. It wasn't like it was alcohol, or meth or something. In fact, as a show of good will to her new friend, she offered the rest of her joint to the older woman, "Surely a few more tokes won't kill her."

"Thank you!" Romany snatched up the joint and took a long vengeful toke, all the while glaring at Gandalf. She'd had a rough couple of days. She couldn't find Neena. She couldn't find Pete, and now there was the real Pete, waltzing into Orange County like he owned the place and her cover was going to be completely blown.

She didn't even really care any more. It was time to move on, she was getting too close. Too close to Neena. Too close to Neena's friends. She'd always liked Kitty, too. It had been a shame they'd had to play on her natural fears to send her packing, but it had paid off a thousand fold in believability.

Romany toked again.

Sylvanas patted the log next to her, then pulled Alleria over along the grass and snuggled against her.

"I dare say I won't be able to let you drive, Romany."

"Don't matter..nothin' matters any more."

Alleria snuggled up against her sister and let out another giggle. Romany's mood, though, was killing her buzz. She glanced in the woman's direction, and then pointed at her, "Woman, you're far too depressed to be stoned."

"Feeeck..." She brit flipped Alleria, "I'm tryin' t'get up to 'appy, okay? I've got t'much shite goin' on an' I need t'forget."

Sylvanas stroked Alleria's hair and shook her head, "Shut up and be happy."

"You shut up an' be 'appy."

"I'm trying but you're killing our buzz!"

"Ladies." Gandalf said calmly. "Chill."

In response, Alleria lifted a hand up and pointed in Gandalf's direction. She completely agreed with him, which was opposite of the way Alleria normally was. Today, however, she wanted to stop being angry and stop hating everything.

She just wanted to be chill.

"I agree with the dapper gentleman in the fedora, I want it on record as saying."

"Wait..wait.. Alleria..my sister..is agreeing with someone. Oh my god the Mayans were right!" Sylvanas leaned down and kissed Alleria's hair. She always got snuggly on pot, and Alleria never got a chance to relax. It was always looking after her.

Sylvanas might need to buy some extra baggies.

Exhaling puffs of smoke, Romany flopped back, "Okay duckies, I'm chilling."

"That's much better," Gandalf observed, relighting his joint to take another toke. He leaned forward, studying the two women, "What stories do you have to tell?"

Cuddled in against Sylvanas and pondering another joint, Alleria glanced over at Gandalf, and smiled lazily, "You wouldn't even believe the stories we have to tell. I mean, sometimes? Sometimes... I don't even believe them. And that's not even... the ones we dream about, which are fucking unbelievable."

"We're elves," Sylvanas announced. "I'm a general. A ranger-general, and we fight orcs to defend our city."

"Elves and orcs, you say?" Gandalf hrmmed and hawed thoughtfully. That meshed with some of the things he dreamed about. He nodded his head, "What are dreams to you?"

Sylvanas shrugged a shoulder, "Just dreams. Nothing more.."

"They are portals, young one. To other worlds."

"Apparently in that other world I'm not gay and enjoy having sex with humans on top of it," Alleria grumbled. Talking about the dreams was killing her buzz, but not enough to make her shut up about it really, "Everyone died but Sylvie, Vereesa and me, and I kind of went berserk or something... I fled to some man's arms for comfort."

She snorted, "It's fucking ridiculous. I never even ran to Danika's arms for comfort like that."

Gandalf raised an eyebrow, "With humans? Is it like a bond, or is it more like it would be as a human, with a human?" That was interesting, and might signal a different dream world for these two young ladies, "You never know how you might turn out, with different life experiences."

Romany snorted, "Some people don' change. Others do."

The dime bag that Alleria'd tucked into her pocket was pulled out, and the woman in the possession of it looked around for some papers to roll herself another joint with. Mostly, because talk about the dreams and portals to other worlds made her want to cut her own head off.

The pot would at least take the edge off.

"I don't think bond is the word I want to use... It didn't seem any different than it would have been with anyone else, not the actual act. Which made my skin crawl. What made it wrong was. Well," Alleria frowned, "Elves are stuck up and hate everyone. I need a paper..."

"In my experience, elves hate no one, but can be rather aloof at times," Gandalf said. "They are often joyous and laughing, or used to be."

Sylvanas turned towards the old man, "What do you know of elves?"

"Not as much as I would like," He admitted. "I do not dream of this world as often as others do. I do know that orcs are an enemy, and I know their leader and the terrible fate of the world should he succeed in his plans."

"The cards aren't helpin' any more," Romany muttered to herself.

"No offense Gandalf, but your elves don't sound like the elves I know. But... Orcs are the enemy, yes. They're an abomination that doesn't belong and deserve to be eradicated from the face of Azeroth" Alleria declared. She got up from where she'd been cuddling with Sylvanas and finally tracked down a rolling paper, holding it up in the air like as if to say 'victory!'.

As she rolled herself up a joint, she eyed Romany, "Cards?"

"Nothing is an abomination," Gandalf said quietly. He remembered enough of the first age to know where the orcs came from, so clarified, "Except what created the orcs."

Sylvanas just toasted Alleria with her joint, "Wipe them all out."

"The cards. I read cards. They stopped talkin' to me."

"Wipe them all out," Alleria agreed, then flopped back against Sylvanas. She took a toke off her new joint, and tried to blow a smoke ring, "Maybe they stopped talking because they don't have anything to say."

"Or maybe they want you to accept the truth of the situation, and act on that, rather than on whatever it was before," Gandalf added.

Having nothing to add, Sylvanas just watched the interplay.

Romany shook her head, "Maybe ducks. Maybe..." She wobbled to her feet, "I should be goin' anyway. If I'm lucky I won' be burned."

"When life's a mess, just follow your heart in a straight line," Alleria advised. She couldn't blow smoke rings or smoke ships, but she was still trying to.

Romany waved a hand at them. It was time to return to the real world, for her.