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And, finally, after many drunk talks, catcalling people passing by (which was properly reprimended by either Kimberly or Grace. And you don't feel sorry for James' arms or back being slapped), and some many stops to piss, you are at the place. It doesn't disappoint you. The perfect place to get high. For a moment, you remember again about the community center and how a good sensation you felt. You feel same here. You try to remember again about that house, but you only remember about your time at Chicago University and about that tenure and how Robert would be the one interviewing him. You think on checking on him, but give up on the way to get your phone. Not your problem. Tomorrow is another day and another morning meeting.
You take a deep breath and... Is that freshly cut grass? Damn, it is! You look around and people are already sitting down. "Come here, bro!", James praticaly slaps the grass next to him like it was a hot piece of ass, "Next to me, come on!". You just laugh and oblige, after all you got his gifts.
"Don't mind me here, then!", Kimberly smiles and sits next to you, making you the perfect meat for a sandwich between her and James.
"Not at all!", James doesn't seem to pay attention to her too much for so his eyes were too busy looking at you unzipping your backpack. "That's what I like when you unzip it! Your big and fat..."
"Bottle of Jägermeister"
"Why can't you give me a win, mate?", he does a pout face, almost begging for you to play this silly game you two always play. But sometimes teasing him is funnier.
You laugh and gives a tap on his shoulder. "I payed your drugs, booze, dinner... You're clearly winning him!", you take the bottle out your backpack and throws at his lap. James may be drunk, but his reflexes to save a nice piece of (cheap) booze are still intact.
"Be careful with this beautiful lady!", he runs his fingers through the green bottle gently and kisses it, "You need to treat her right, y'know?"
"You can take care of this job better than I do"
Kimberly opens her mouth to say something, but James is faster, "If you think so, then you can take care of this big boy right here!", he takes out his jacket well-made blunt. It's a mircle it's still intact by how much he moved around this night. "I got from that guy, you know..."
"Buddha?"
"Wasn't his name 'Sharkbear'?"
"He wanted to be that, but it never caught"
"I like that name better", he handles you big blunt, "It's from a smooth strain, according to him. Velvety and sikly", he prolongs the words describing the strain, joking with you.
"I'm gonna get so fucking high...", you reach inside your backpack in search for the brownies.
"Hey, you two!", Grace calls you two, pulling you back from reality, making you see you weren't alone in the park, "Quit it the little date and handle the goods!", she teases you both and you promptly starts to share not only the brownies, but litting the blunt as well while James takes the first on the Jägermeister.
