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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 9:38 am
Asher rumbled just a bit, leaning back to watch Rob's form -- and he couldn't have been too disappointed in it, or else he certainly would have said something. He didn't reach out immediately, though; instead he crossed his legs at the ankle, looking comfortably sprawled out across the bed. "I run deliveries for the guy." It was probably an obvious thing -- more than obvious -- but it was also the first time Asher had actually said it around out here. He shrugged easily at Rob, comfortable. tatterpixie Dionysus blesses this item so that holding it slowly renders the bearer more and more intoxicated, only slowly sobering up once they let go.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 7:25 pm
"That's convenient then." Rob debated taking another hit, then decided against it. The herb that Asher had loaded the pipe with was truly 'one-hit s**t', the really good stuff. He felt a bit higher than he should have, though, considering he was still sober otherwise. But that was okay; this had been his mission for the day, and having successfully carried it out, he felt at leisure to get as stoned as he wanted. And he'd never seen Asher this relaxed. It was surprising, and a nice surprise at that. He felt rather well chuffed that the small New Yorker, so prickly with most other people, apparently felt this comfortable around him. He eyed the bowl of the pipe. "I think it's gone out."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 7:14 pm
Asher held out a hand, idly, a slow roll of his hands in gesture -- and, with the other, he fished out his light again. He could get it to kindle back up, take the first draw, give it back to Rob, feeling plenty fine himself. Maybe they'd had enough. But they could finish the bowl, at least. He blew smoke upwards, looking at the ceiling, and maybe this relaxed self was his usual. Maybe the rest of it was just something about this place getting under his skin. Or maybe he was usually just high all the time. "It definitely helped make up for the s**t pay at my main company. I'm too good for all that." He eyed Rob, sideways, narrowly. "What'd you do, again?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 1:03 pm
Rob snorted softly. "I was a musician. Still am, I reckon. Don't have a band anymore since movin' to America. There's not that much call for blokes who play punk covers of trad British folk tunes." He accepted the pipe back from Asher and drew deeply of the smoke. High or not, talking about his failed music endeavors made him want to get higher still, to kill the pain. He didn't want to get all maudlin, though, not so near the holidays when there were already so many maudlin feelings floating around. "That's why I'm focusing on the beer thing. It's something I like a lot, beer, and something I know rather a bit about. An' it makes Dionysus happy." He released the smoke slowly as he spoke. "I figure I can set up something like a brewery-slash-music venue an' have like up an' coming bands play there, so they can get some exposure." With a shrug, he passed the bowl back to Asher. "It's a thought, at least."
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 5:33 pm
"Hmmmm." It was thoughtful, as pulled again -- stretching his legs out in front of him and eyes narrowed to slivers. He just had to touch it to be immersed, his thoughts wandering just a bit. Skating through what Rob had said, not settling for a long moment, but when he did -- "What, like Dropkick Murphys?" It was out of time, but maybe Rob'd understand the question.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:30 pm
Brow furrowing slightly, Rob had to think for a moment, trying to process what Asher was saying through the haze of how high he was. "Oh, right, yeah, Dropkick Murphys. Kinda? 'Cept not Irish." Leaning back on his elbows on the bed, he cracked a lopsided grin. "Remember the Halloween party, what I was wearin'? That was how I'd dress on stage. Without the kilt, though." He sat in silence for a moment, then added almost as an afterthought, "Pants."
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 1:46 pm
Asher raked a lingering -- and unsubtle -- kind of look over Rob. It was appraising, and thoughtful, with his head tipped to one side and his eyes just a little bit hooded. It was trying to decide if he found him attractive or not, and if pants were really the best option, and Asher didn't bother trying to hide any of it. "You should wear the skirt." It came with an easy nod. At least he'd made a decision on one of those thoughts. Asher scratched at he back of his neck.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 12:22 pm
Rob turned his head to face Asher, a lazy smirk on his face. "It's a kilt, not a skirt," he corrected. "But you have a point. Th' kilt would look a lot better on stage with the woad. If I ever get on stage again." A thing he wasn't sure about -- whether he'd ever get on stage again. Taking the bowl from Asher, he drew deeply, killing it. He didn't care that he was probably high enough already. He wanted to get higher, so he'd forget the feeling of performing. "It's dead, mate."
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 12:42 pm
"You killed it, you son of a b***h." He didn't actually sound that upset, though. He waved Rob off, absently, shaking his head. Comfortable where he sat, Asher wasn't about to get up to take it back if there was nothing left. "If it's done, that means I got nothing for you, man, probably time to get out of here." And maybe this was serious, but it was still friendly. He held out a fist to bump.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 1:37 pm
Rob eyed Asher blearily, then handed him back the pipe he'd gifted him. "Fair enough, mate." He didn't sound that upset either. "Should be gettin' back to me own place anyway, I reckon." Sitting up, he bumped Asher's offered fist. "See you round the funhouse," he nodded. Slowly he stood, and paused for a moment, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Man, that was some good s**t. He took a couple tentative steps before straightening the rest of the way. Yeah, he'd be able to make it back to his room okay. Which was a good thing -- he didn't want to be found in the morning face down on the dirt somewhere on campus. Now if he could just remember where the Dionysus dorms were...
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