The more people smoked, the more they talked. Well, for 95% of the population. The rest were just hard headed, stubbornly refusing to bend their mental barriers even when the sweet taste of sativa massaged their minds. Scarlet, the herbalist, had her favorite flavor and sold it to only a select few; despite how expensive it may be, what came tumbling past their lips after a few rounds was worth more than what money could buy. So here she was, swinging her legs over the balcony, watching the hand rolled slice of heaven light up with each inhale. Tilting her head, her blue eyes bore holes into the stiff boy and his facial expression. “You seem stressed,” She said, lifting her knee up against her chest, “I’m not going to trust you to get back to your room by yourself after this, unless you crawl there-- in that case, I might tag along to watch.” @illcgitimcte
