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

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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emo_underdog
2009-05-23 10:51 am UTC (link)

When Cheryl's expression was that of amusement, Sid smirked to himself. This guy was reminded him of Anwar. He might have to keep the bloke around just for laughs. Cheryl addressed him and he confirmed that his name was Jay. Right, so that only left finding out what Silent's name was.

Rather than reply vocally when Cheryl suggested she was better than he was, Sid raised his eyebrows and nodded, lips drawn into a bitter frown which he then directed back at the cooler when Cheryl spoke again. "Yeah, 's fucking bollocks is what it is," he snapped, still focusing his anger and annoyance at the box even if he was replying to Cheryl.

Then she greeted the quiet guy and Sid looked over his shoulder, eyes flitting back and forth between the two of them. They knew each other before, clearly, and as it turned out, Silent's real name was Bob. Good to know.

With another wearied glance at the cooler, Sid sighed and took out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one and then holding the box up for Cheryl to see. "Oi. Yeah?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in a silent invitation for her to bum a smoke, should she want one. Might as well smoke, right?

The one called Bob was getting himself a beer and the one called Jay was motioning for one as well. "Reckon I could get in on that, mate?" Sid asked Bob, nodding toward the beer as if to ask for him to get one out for Sid while he was getting one out for his buddy. Sid looked back at Jay and shrugged. "'m not touching the sodding thing again, mate, your turn," he said with a frown, dragging off his cigarette and going out of his way to blow the subsequent smoke away from the other two men. If Cheryl got a shot of it, he figured, she'd live since she was a smoker, too.

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silent_bob
2009-05-24 06:28 pm UTC (link)

Cooler was fucking winning, because the fucking Brit knew Cheryl and Jay was looking at her like a fucking piece of meat. Suddenly, Bob was sort of wishing they were back in the fucking pit. Fuck beans.

Cheryl asked him how it was going and he waved the beer a bit at her. So bad he turned to beer? Yeah, that sounded about right. There was a big ass thing of weed and he couldn't get to it. Fuck.

When did he turn into the fucking waitress around here? Everybody asking him to get the fucking beers. Well, at least he could take consolation in the fact that they were fucking warm. Ducking into the cooler he pulled out three more beers. With little care he threw one at Jay and one at the fucking Brit. Waggling his brow he offered Cheryl the last one. Might as well be fucking nice to somebody, right?

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