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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 28, 2014 22:01:35 GMT -8
The guy glanced at him, piercing his soul with nuclear eyes, scouring his marrow for traces of narcness. Finding nothing, he gave Jack a cup of blunts, at the usual going rate based on monies received.
 
Guy-
"..." Back with Ryder,
 
Ryder-
"Whatchuget whatchuget?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 28, 2014 22:08:29 GMT -8
Jack lit up, and handed one to Ryder. 
Jack-
"Are you ready to blaze? Well, better get outdoors or we'll be giving bystanders a free ride."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 28, 2014 22:14:52 GMT -8
Ryder-
"Damn, let's jam!" Them boys boogied on out...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 29, 2014 21:32:17 GMT -8
...Ryder and Jack stood on the deck, over a wet, dark lawn. Peeps wandered hither and thither, and it seemed smoking various substances was de rigeur out here. Ryder got into it. 
Ryder-
"How do you do it?"
Jack-
"Getting the hook up? Just takes the cash, man. I used to know where to get everything without even trying, but it's not that hard if you're in the right place."
Ryder-
"I guess we're in the right place, but still... It's like you're a trained weedhound."
Jack-
"Heheh, maybe so maybe so. Maybe good enough to tell if someone is packing a secret stash..."
Ryder-
"Holy shit, is it too stank? Oh my god."
Jack-
"Nah, probably half ragweed and oregano. This stuff is way better, you're getting it down in the bottom of your lungs, right sweetie?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 30, 2014 23:35:00 GMT -8
Ryder-
"Don't talk smack about my source. That guy is a mad monk. Anyway,"
Ryder had an intentional coughing fit, to make his capillaries more open to the weed.
Ryder-
"...I am now *wheeze*"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 1, 2014 0:23:19 GMT -8
Jack-
"Good, good. Wanna go around the corner and do some shotguns? "
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 1, 2014 18:44:29 GMT -8
Ryder-
"Sure. Shotguns aren't normally my peace, but I'll follow the expert. You're like a party professor."
Ryder had a feeling in that moment, that he could almost be comfortable with this dude. Best to ignore that and keep medicating, just in case.
The gents went awah, carry'd upon stanky clouds into the land of blossoms and skullshine.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 6, 2014 13:50:26 GMT -8
... Emerging from the murky shores of Weedonia, the two men were again in the public eye...
Ryder-
"I sometimes wonder... I. I wonder if this is sustana... I mean,
do you... Do you think I'm a maintenance smoker, dude?"
 
Jack-
"Heheh d-doesn't matter as long as you can maintain, right?"
Ryder-
"Wait, huh, what's the line? Burly Bill. 'Dude I got tha cottonmouf like a fool be chewin napkins'...
Shit what did he rhyme with napkins? I swear the word 'maintain' was in there."
Jack-
"Oh man, chewing napkins. Naaaaaaaasty. Hey, hey did you drink all that tea? We didn't dump the butts in there did we? ...Uh, huh. Did you... did you hear what I said. That's funny."
Ryder-
"I'll dump your butts in... oh shit, I think you're right. Nasty."
The can was tossed.
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