“Cheers!” Namid smiled, taking the beer and cracking it open. Her bottle knocked into his in celebration, her demeanor very chipper and excited as she took a drink of the beer. “Mmm, you know, nothing makes cold Chinese food taste great like a bowl.” she pointed out, getting up and going over to her backpack, in which she carried pretty much her entire life. She brought out a bowl and a grinder, sitting back next to him on the couch, pulling her legs up to her chest, and then using her knees as a table to set the grinder on and pack the bowl. “We’ll smoke a little, eat a little …” she trailed off, a little grin growing on her face. “Then do whatever the fuck you want, since this is your place and all.”
This is why they were as close as they were. Of course it wasn’t the only reason, but perhaps those were too vast to name. “Cold Chinese food is bomb enough on its own, but I’ll admit that you’ve got some great ideas,” he chuckled, taking a longer drink and looking around. “Should we put on some music? Or would that ruin the mood? We also can’t listen to it very loud. But we can party.” They could do most things that he wanted anyway. He hadn’t set anything up yet, so their options were pretty limited. “I also got a couple bottles of champagne from relatives, if you’d like to dig into that.”
