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Sid Jenkins (emo_underdog) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-01 15:36:00

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!complete, day 09, location: gas station, sid jenkins, silent bob

Day Nine - Mid-morning
Who: Sid Jenkins and Silent Bob
What: Free the Weed: Take Two
When: mid-morning
Where: the gas station
Rating: heh uh maybe PG-13 to R for language
Status: Complete

Sid...was out of fags. And food, but most importantly, fags. Yesterday had been a long day of hauling shit out from under the stage and staying the hell inside to avoid the possibility of meeting...himself. So, when he slept that night, he slept like the lazy log that he rightfully was. But, when he woke up the next morning, shrugging out of his jacket because it was actually kind of hot in the theatre today, he was dismayed to find that he'd smoked his last cigarette at some point the night before and hadn't realized that it was the last one. Thus, he hadn't replaced the pack.

With a sigh, Sid pushed up his sleeves against the heat and headed back up from the green room and right out the door. He was going to the bloody petrol station and he was going to stock up like Anders had. Much smarter to have more than one pack on his person. Maybe he'd take another lighter, too, actually. Might as well, while he was at it.

The sun was already shining brightly in the sky and the warmth was a really nice change from the last time he'd been outside a couple of days ago. The snow was nearly all melted, save a few small piles still left from the massive snowdrifts that had reached up to the second floor window. It was far smaller, now, but apparently it had been too large for the sun to take out yesterday. Sid had a feeling it'd be gone by the end of today, though. That was good.

Zoning out as he walked, listening idly to the crunch of gravel under his sneakers, Sid made it to the petrol station in almost no time. He hadn't realized he'd been walking so fast. He let himself in and looked around. "Oi, anyone home?" he called out, not necessarily liking the idea of just barging in on someone's personal space just for cigarettes but...shit, they were cigarettes. Anyone living in the petrol station must be used to being barged in on; it was where all the good stuff was. Including, Sid remembered as his eyes landed on the case and his brow furrowed with frustration, spliff.

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silent_bob
2009-06-05 02:19 pm UTC (link)

This was a very important moment for Bob. He could turn left: Staying true to his friends of Bill W. and ignore the weed that smelt so wonderful; or he could turn right and soothe his pain and anguish and feel like he was right back at the Quick Stop. The real fucking Quick Stop. Back in the day before fucking probation, before God showed up, and before the fucking trip to Schermer.

Fuck, all Bob wanted to was relax.

If he was going to fall off the fucking wagon, this was an appropriate situation to do it in, he supposed. It wasn't like he was just doing it to do it -- he was under a shitload of stress!

With practiced care, Bob managed to extract the tobacco from the cigar and carefully replace it with a shit ton of glorious weed. He could taste the fucking cloud already. Taking up his lighter with a tip of it to Sid, he lit the end and started on his way to blissful happiness with the puff that followed. Long and slow and held deep with a delicious burn, Bob savored the taste and the feeling.

God he fucking missed cannabis.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-05 05:46 pm UTC (link)

"This is fucking brilliant," Sid said, grinning lazily as he took another hit. His eyes moved over the different things behind the counter and finally, they landed on what he'd been looking for. "Safe," he said under his breath, reaching out and grabbing one of the packages of cigarette rolling papers. "Oi," he said, holding the pack up for Bob to see and then gesturing toward the rest of the packages, so that he would know where they were, should anyone need them after Sid left for the theater.

Slowly, Sid made his way back around to the front of the counter and leaned against it, letting himself slide down to sit on the floor. "This is bloody good shit," he mused. Sid hadn't felt this mellow in what seemed like an age. "Works fast..." he observed.

Halfway through the blunt, he looked back up at Bob, tearing his eyes away from a dust bunny on the floor forcefully. "If I go back to the theatre and a bird called Jenny comes in asking for some of this, you'll make sure she gets it and let her know where to find me, yeah?" he asked. "I mean, seeing as how you don't talk," he added dumbly.

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silent_bob
2009-06-06 10:17 pm UTC (link)

Sid was right. It was fucking brilliant. This was the best thing that had happened to him hear yet aside from running into fucking Jay. This was better than laughing his ass off with Cheryl in the fucking pit. This was just fucking priceless. The only way it could be fucking better is if he had L fucking wrapped up in a pink-tutu singing 'I feel pretty.'

Bob too a long, slow pull and held the smoke long and deep in his fucking lungs. It'd been too fucking long since he'd last had a smoke. God he fucking missed it. He didn't realize how much he missed it until his mind started to slow down and turn gloriously happy. God it was amazing.

Bob nodded to Sid's question. He could give some chick some papers and point to the theater on the map. No problem. Look, Bob was even fucking giving a big old thumbs up - you knew everything was going to be OK.

Another pull. Good fucking shit. Good mother fucking shit.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-07 11:52 am UTC (link)

The world was sluggish and Sid was pleasantly relaxed, eyelids at half mast as he pulled on the blunt again. His eyes rested back on the dust bunny on the floor and he sat beside Bob silently, a lazy half-grin spread over his lips. "Totally worth the ninja star to the face," he drawled.

He sat beside Bob, moving minimally, until the blunt had become a roach. Finally, he got to his feet very slowly, dropping the roach onto the floor and toeing it out with his sneaker. "Safe..." he breathed. "Right, then, I'm going. Give her a brick of spliff, some papers, and send her my way if she comes," he said as he rounded the counter again and took up his own bricks of marijuana as well as a package of rolling papers.

"Pleasure doing business with you, mate," Sid joked, grinning again as he came back out from behind the counter and made his way to the refrigerators, taking a warm soda and snagging a bag of crisps on his way back to the door. "Enjoy, yeah?" he asked, giving Bob a nod and a smile before heading out of the petrol station to make his way back to the theatre. Today...was a lovely, lovely day.

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