can i smoke it

noble kennedy; 24; yes, i can play that song

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smoothindecision:

      “It’s my job to milk the notes right out of people’s pockets by asking them if they want another with my pretty face.” Addison takes the money on the bar top and moves over to place the money in the drawer with the rest. She begins to hum a little tune as she moves to pour some salt on a flat dish and put some limes on another. Lucky for her the night was just beginning to pick up, which meant more tips and the night would start to go by a little faster. Placing the two dishes in front of him, she grabs a four shot glasses and places them in front of him, pouring the tequila once she places the last shot. “Don’t get too messy, or I’ll have to cut you off.” Without waiting for a response he turns to walk to the other customers, pulling down her shirt a little more, and flashing them the same smile she’s worn as soon as she’d walked into work, getting drinks for the rest of the people at the bar as well. 

Looking down at his small display of shots, Noble grinned. He was half disappointed that she’d only brought him four, but it was his own fault for not being more specific. He licked, shot, and bit twice in a row, before risking another glimpse at the girl. Once she drew near again he asked, “Hey, do you get brakes here for like, cigarettes or anything?” He hoped the question was innocent enough to edge a reaction from the next half. “I have a friend you might like to meet, her name’s mary and she’s....” he paused for a moment, trying to think of the right word. “She’s loud.”

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hadlcy:

Hadley shifts uncomfortably, hands clasping in a white-knuckle grip about his bottle. He’s not normally one for correcting others, nor is he normally one for dodging advances so doggedly, but tonight just isn’t his night. best to cut it short while some dignity still remains in the situation (subjectively). “Think I’m going to head off, actually. Um… thanks for the chat, and I hope you have a lovely night.”

“Nice meeting you,” Noble threw a smile at the other, adding “You as well, babe.” He sort of meandered over to the exit, saying hello to various people in the bar. Right when he reached the door, he turned and nodded with a wink at the boy before disappearing into the night. 

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ohhhcharlie:

Maybe it was because she was a little tipsy or rather she was just herself, but she had been expecting a little more enthusiasm at her offer. Sure, most people weren’t as enthusiastic about film than she was, but she figured the promo would entice any young artist. “Are you interested in…doing something like a music video?” she asked to make sure she wasn’t misreading his nod somehow. Charlie was about to add something about the weather actually not being that nice and rather more miserable than usual especially with the fog they had in the morning, but she soon realized it’d defeat the purpose of not talking about the weather. Instead, “I never actually asked, but is music something you’d like to do professionally in the future?” 

“Definitely,” Noble said almost immediately after the words left her mouth. He motioned over to the bartender for more drinks before finishing off the half glass of beer he still had. “It’s most likely the thing I’ll stick with the longest.” He smiled, adding “I also do art, but that doesn’t sell as easily.” After a moment of thought, he decided not to speak on the fact that he really never had to work another day in his life because of his trust fund, but that usually turned people off of the grungy musician look and Noble in general. Or turned them on for the wrong reasons. He wasn’t shy about his stash but he didn’t like being used for it.

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paintpoppys:

      “I wasn’t aware that I wasn’t a calm person.” Oliver’s eyebrows raise, his lips pursing. Granted there are times when he might come across as someone that isn’t all the calm, but to his knowledge there hasn’t been a moment in this conversation where he wasn’t calm. “This is news to me.” Right now, he might be coming across as not so calm, but in his opinion this is a situation that warrants it. “I’m so mellow and calm it’s unbelievable. Just ask my grandmother. Or my boss. Or my co-workers.” He’s so in his own head about this, he doesn’t even bother to ask about THC; he’d ignored that portion of his Health classes. 

“Well-” Noble started, going to continue to suggest things but he really just felt like he was digging a hole. “Never mind,” he said, waving away the thoughts. “I was just trying to help- Er... Really, I’m sorry I just think people give Mary Jane a bad name.” He laughed at himself before taking more nervous gulps of his drink. “I’m sure you’re fine, I just thought maybe you needed a little time where you weren’t thinking.”

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smoothindecision:

      She hates to think it but, she probably already knows what she’s going to do. “That’s extremely nice of you.” Addison smiles, one of her hands resting on her hip, the rag still in her other hand. “It’s usually not that bad. Pip, Max and I usually share stories about what happened throughout the night, so it goes by pretty fast. But if you really want to stick around all night and then help clean up I cannot stop you.” The blond lets out a little laugh, dropping the rag and running a hand through her hair. “Can I get you anything else? Another beer? A shot?”

“I can be nice sometimes,” he muses out loud, going to take another sip and gets nothing. “Oh- damn you’re good at this,” he winks, setting down the bottle softly. “Yeah.... Could I get a few tequila shots? Salt and lime too.” He slides a few twenties over the bar and says, “Let me know when that runs out and I’ll hand over more.” It’s not unusual for Noble to stay at a bar until close, hell, he’d even helped clean up before. But that was because he knew everyone that worked there or he had multiple friends behind the bar. But never for a girl.

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paintpoppys:

     Mellow out? Oliver eyes hover closed, his slips pulled into a tight line, he did not need to mellow out, honestly he was usually as mellow as they come. He refrained from getting into fights with people, he could take a joke, he was friendly with just about every single person he ran into. This doesn’t seem like a joke to him, it feels like the other male is make a very real statement. “Excuse me?” It doesn’t come out rude, even though his wants it to. “Mellow out?” Is phrased more like a question, giving him a chance to elaborate on what he might mean before Oliver shows him an attitude that might need to be mellowed out.

“Whoa...” Noble said, knowing the other took his words the wrong way. He took a heavy gulp of his drink before saying, “I just mean it may calm you down. I was an anxious little fucker before I started smoking but I mellowed out.” He looked at the other’s face to read a reaction, but it was difficult. “I mean I still go a little crazy every time I don’t get enough THC,” he said almost into his drink, going back for more.

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morganbright:

morgan’s mumbled words come to a halt, replaced with an eye roll and any last  grain of respect she had from him quickly slipping out of view. “you done ?”

“Nope, just getting started,” Noble grinned, taking another sip. “Are you, babe?”

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smoothindecision:

      This is the questionable part for her, Addison was all for the meaningless flirting, having fun with someone, but once it got passed that she started to internally scream. After the accident, after her ex-boyfriend, after the last attractive musician that got her number at the same exact bar, she’s a little on edge. It hurt too much after the last one. “I get off at three.” It’s late, even more so considering that it isn’t even close that that time right now — besides, that’s a lot of time and money at a bar just to wait for someone, especially someone you might not even get a chance with. “Pretty late, gotta clean up and all afterwards. This place get’s disgusting.” 

Noble nodded, “Well, if I’m still here then you can decide what to do next.” He re-situated himself in his chair, taking a sip with one hand and a drag with another. “I’ve had bar experience so maybe I could help.” He tried to speak earnestly, knowing how shitty it was to clean up a bar at the end of a night. “At the very least, a spare hand and a good conversation.” He smiled and took a few more gulps from his drink.

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paintpoppys:

      For some reason he feels a little offended that this other person doesn’t think he’s tried drugs before, although it’s mostly true it’s also a little bit of a lie. “Excuse you, but I have tried drugs before.” Oliver says with a smirk attached to the end of it. “I’m a little offended that you’d think I hadn’t.” His hand clutches at his chest in mock hurt, although he knows that it’s the correct assumption to make. “Caffeine is a very serious drug, nearly everyone in the world is addicted to it, and I drink it every single day.” He might be trying to not answer the question, mostly because he really doesn’t know much about drugs aside from what they’re called. Even if he were to try a drug he wouldn’t know what kind of effect he’d want to have, but if he did he might be able to figure it out. 

Noble laughed, almost choking on the sip of drink he was halfway through swallowing. “Babe, I do a shit ton of that too,” he laughed again, taking a shot and then continuing to laugh. “I take it that means none of them?” He poked, still looking for an answer to his question. “I think if you smoked a little pot you might mellow out a little.” He hoped the other didn’t take it as an insult, for he was definitely similar before he started smoking. That was when he was 12, however. 

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edenwaverly:

Climate change was real, but Eden wasn’t so sure the changes would be so dramatic and immediate. He could be wrong, however. “Maybe you’re right. Here’s me, hoping for some snow.” It might appear strange for him to be looking forward to snow, but he liked the feel of it. The soft pinpricks of ice from the snowflakes dusting his skin. He relished in it. “Emotions and crazy deep things?” He echoed, an amused lilt colouring his voice. “Well, I wasn’t going for that, but now you’ve got me incredibly curious. Go on then. Oblige me.”

“i mean hey, I’ve been places where it snowed one day and then two days later it was almost seventy.” Noble shrugged, knowing it was more for himself than the other. Noble laughed when the other asked to be indulged. “Well, emotions are things you feel, and crazy deep things include but are not limited to: space, the sea, some poetry. Anything else?” 

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winonahayes:

rolling her eyes, winona snorted. mature. but that was noble. after receiving her drink, she turned her head to him, chin resting in the palm of her free hand. “oh, please, you know you enjoy being with me. i’m fantastic.” she smirked. his answer sounds almost sad to her, and it makes her somewhat uncomfortable. she doesn’t know what to say, which is why she takes a drink from the glass in her hand instead of responding. 

“Thanks for indulging me,” Noble said, without even looking at the girl. He took another shot before saying “I mean, you’re definitely not bad,” grin growing with every word. He had hoped to provoke her a little, she was hot when she was angry. He always hoped she’d just drag him out to the alley and start making out with him. 

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winonahayes:

she had intentions of ordering something a bit harder - something with vodka or straight liquor - but instead orders a beer. it’s not quite her style, but a voice in the back of her head is telling her to play it safe, and for once, she listens. as she waits, though, she reaches over and snags a shot glass from noble, pouring it down her throat with a flick of her wrist. “so, what brings you here tonight? just interested in an easy lay?” 

“An easy lay,” Noble mocked her in a falsetto, but added in his normal voice “If that easy lay is you, sure.” He took a few more shots one after another after another after another. “Why do you think I’m here? To drink not alone for once.” He quickly answered his own question before she even could.

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dvrktiimes:

     “ I MEAN as in my whole life, not many guys hit on me. Or girls. “ She chuckles softly then, an appreciative hum leaving her lips as he orders four double whiskeys, nodding her head. “ THAT’S what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! Nah, you can know. I mean, there isn’t much you can do with a name. At least not a first name. Anyways, names Logan. And what about you, handsome stranger? “

“Me neither,” he confesses, “That’s why I usually do the flirting.” He nods at the name given, letting a smile spread across his cheeks. “I’m Noble. Nice to meet you, Logan.” He winked, waiting a moment before gulping down his drink.

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ohhhcharlie:

“I’ve actually always wanted to film a music video. My mates and I almost did once, but we never got around to the full production. And then the collaboration just fell through. To be fair, we weren’t all that inspired by the song, but I’ve seen you perform,” Charlie piped up, having to remind herself to slow down her thought process. First of all, she didn’t really have the platform for a music video, and chances are she couldn’t guarantee whether many people would see it or not. But still, after the lull she had been in, it was nice to have ideas brewing in her head. She was far too excited by the first offer to give much thought to the second, though she did wonder if Noble knew about her and Freya. “I know I probably sound a little deranged now because of the beer or whatever, but honestly, we should collab. I like this idea much more than talking about the weather,” she added jokingly. 

Noble laughed, thinking only to himself the word “collab” and how funny it sounded out loud. He nodded, taking the compliment in stride. That’s what it was, right? “Nah, not deranged,” he finally said, “Just a little drunk.” He laughed again, making sure to add in, “I know plenty about that. And you’re right I fucking hate talking about the weather like yes it’s nice we get it.” He added an eye roll, making sure to make it a little too big.

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baileycooper:

         bailey was oblivious to attention he didn’t ask for—seldom did he not ask for it. “good question,” he found himself licking his lips with a smirk, “g u e s s.”

Noble got distracted by the glimpse of the other’s tongue. “Could I have a hint, hot stuff?” he tried to hide his smile as he raised an eyebrow.

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smoothindecision:

     What makes her up? It’s a loaded question, honestly.  Does she go with the real answer to that question or does she make one up? Regardless of what she goes with it’s not like she’ll ever give away which one she’s chosen. “Secret sadness, with the need to put on a smile and a never ending need to party or get out of the house to try and distract myself from the nightmares that will inevitably plague my sleep.” She finishes with a smile, a wink and the raise of a shoulder in his direction. In order to make it seem like she’s actually doing her job, she grabs one of the rags and wipes off the bar top next to them. 

“Sounds all too familiar,” Noble said. Whether she meant it or not he knew what that felt like. He was still kind of in that stage, even though he’d moved to Toronto to try and remedy that. He watched as she wiped the bar down and asked, “What time do you get off?” as a hopeful line out to reel this girl in with. But not as much for her body but for the connection he could tell they had.