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Bob. ([info]silent_bob) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-15 17:09:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, !incomplete, cheryl mason, day 07, jay, location: gas station, sid jenkins, silent bob

Day 7: Who Wants Weed? PM
Who: Bob and OTA
What: Trying to get to the pot
Where: The Not Quick Stop
When; Late Afternoon day 7
Rating: Let's go R just to be safe for language and drug use?

Bob had diligently responded to the notes from people about the pot in the Not Quick Stop. If somebody was brave enough to come fuck with the cooler, well come fuck with the cooler. At the moment, he'd situated himself at the main counter, inventorying his smokes and taking count of what was there. There was all kinds of weird shit - shit he wouldn't smoke even if the cigs were nasty. Who the fuck smokes cloves that isn't 14?

Staring from the front of the store like the fucking cooler was his arch nemesis, Bob was certain that he had no choice but to fucking get into that thing. Sure, he couldn't deal like back home, but to have a stash in his pocket and a fucking job to fucking do would be fucking amazing.

Get me a taste of Jersey with a fucking dime bag in my pocket - it's all Bob wanted.


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[info]_snoogans_
2009-05-21 09:19 pm UTC (link)
Jay smiled at Cheryl. "Damn right, recognize." He said, looking her over like he was about to lick her at some point. He then turned to Silent Bob with a nod of approval, and motioned for his friend to get him a beer. "Come on, lunchbox, get with the program!"

Then, he turned to Cheryl and the brit guy again. "So, you two gonna help us open the weed box?"

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