closed for: @helenasoarcs
where: da park at nightfall
“Siiiick, thank you,” Mack says as he takes his Tejas delivery from the driver who was dropping it off to him, a burrito and a joint sounding like the ideal combination to him that evening.
( He’s already one smoke in with another rolled and tucked behind his ear for after. )
The heft of the bag feels like he's over-ordered in his excitement and he doesn't like the idea of wasting food or salvaging leftovers to take home with him when he was blitzed.
“Yooooom H, hey!” He waves after spotting who he hope is Helena passing by or he needed his eyes checked, “Have you got any interests in playgrounds? Namely that one right behind me. I want a turn on those monkey bars real bad but it feels sinister by myself at night.”












