https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx4aK-YsPeUYou take a long look at the note, then sigh. You can’t deny that you’re a bit paranoid about this, but you also can’t deny that your curiosity is piqued. And besides, an extra bit of cash wouldn’t hurt. But first, you gotta deal with this hangover. Popping open the glovebox, you extract the solitary half smoked blunt from the mess of various mood boosters and light it up. You leave the windows rolled up so you can get the most of what’s left of it, and before long you get that familiar warm fuzzy feeling. The aches and pains of the previous night don’t quite wash away, but they are certainly dulled, and by the time the blunts down to a roach you feel a lot more chill and relaxed.
Aaaahh… Back to normal.
>You’ve just smoked some reefer, clearing your -10 hangover debuff and granting you a temporary +10 to all charisma rolls, along with +5 for all rolls requiring abstract thinking, at least until the high wears off. Far out, man…A bit of spit on your finger tips puts the roach out, and you start making your way to Bad Brick’s Eastside, although it takes a while longer than normal as you observe every traffic law and then some, suddenly conscious of the multiple felonies hidden in your Pontiac. Eventually though, the run down tenements and condemned crack houses give way to nicer apartments, parks and mom and pop restaurants. You gotta say, you prefer the scenery back at the Cock and Star. It was more honest, at least. After a couple of turns you come upon it, Jefferson Avenue. And there it is, the Rolling Hills apartment complex.
You park in the small parking lot for the apartment and make your way to the second floor. 213, 215, 220… There it is, apartment 224. Steeling yourself for what may possibly be a trap, you rattle off the barbers knock on the door and wait. And wait. And wait… You’re start thinking that nobody's home when you hear the lock on the other side turn, and when the door cracks open a bit you see a pretty young redheaded gal peeking out at you. Wait a minute… “You’re the girl from last night, right? From the Cock and Star?” She flashes you a nervous smile and says “Yeah, that’s me. Hold on, let me get the chain off.”
