andythane:
ANDY.
Thanksgiving had gone off without a hitch, the day being the perfect mixture of good food, time with the family (and thankfully his Ma, too), and watching the game. Once dinner was said and done and they were all left to their own devices — He found himself in the kitchen with Wes, brow arched as the man spoke. His friend had certainly stepped up when it came to fatherhood, especially since he was thrown into single fatherhood — Though he wouldn’t put it past Wes to suggest getting high between dinner and dessert. Honestly, Andy was kind of surprised he hadn’t. “S’the kinda stuff ya save for after bedtime,” he points out with a knowing look, having spent plenty of nights on the back porch with Rowan, sharing a joint while the baby monitor sat between them. “M’willin’ to make an exception. C’mon, we can go out to my workshop. We got time to kill.” He nods towards the back door, leading the way.
“Yeah, but it’s not like we can drink,” And that’s something people didn’t save for after bedtime on Holidays. At least, that was how he was making himself feel less like a bad father for wanting to get high. “It takes a lot to actually get me high anyways.” He was a pretty big man with a big tolerance. Wes follows suit, though he knows the way at this point in his life. "We’re not gonna get in trouble with Ro, right?” He asked, knowing that this wasn’t a typical day for them. It was Thanksgiving, after all, but that wasn’t going to stop him if Andy agreed to it. “I feel like you got more and more people that show up every year for Thanksgiving. Is it bad we’re not sharin’ the stash?”













