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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]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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