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Sarge Fan and LePete were hanging out in the living room of Sarge Fan's house, waiting for Radlynn to arrive. "Man, what the fuck. It's nine at night. She said she'd be here an hour ago. What's taking Radlynn so long?" LePete complained, the teen in purple replying with a shrug.
"The hell would I know? Radlynn's an unpredictable bitch. Who knows what shit she's getting into."
LePete was about to say something when Radlynn came bursting into the house, proudly holding a plastic bag in front of her. "Hey, guys, guess what I got!"
Sarge Fan leaned forward from the side of the couch, taking a good look at the bag before pulling away in surprise. "Is that weed?" he asked, sounding shocked. "Where the fuck did you get that?"
"And how the fuck did you get that?" LePete added. "We're not even of legal age! That shit's illegal to get!"
Radlynn shook her head. "Don't worry. I got it from a 'reputable' source," she said, smiling innocently.
Although Sarge Fan's helmet covered his eyes, Radlynn could feel his eyes narrow at her. "You got it from Mousse, didn't you?" he accused, pointing a finger at her. "There's no way he was willing to give you that shit."
"Well... I am his favorite customer." Radlynn closed the door behind her, moving to sit in between the two teens on the couch, placing the bag of weed on the coffee table. "Ooh, live action."
LePete and Sarge Fan glanced at each other, then the bag of weed, then Radlynn before glancing back at each other.
"Radlynn," LePete started. "How much did you buy?"
"Like, a pound," she casually said.
The room then filled with silence, the two boys not knowing how to respond to the information.
Radlynn decided to break the silence, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "So, wanna smoke?"
The boys looked at each other then Radlynn in thought. Sarge Fan shrugged. "Yeah sure, why not."
"Dude..." Sarge Fan's helmet had fallen to the floor, Sarge Fan leaning back against the couch with his eyes facing the ceiling. "I can hardly focus, haha." He giggled like a dumbass, a goofy smile forming on his face.
LePete was slumped on the armrest, staring blankly at the floor, his eyes wide. "Bro, I think we had too much. Everything's so light."
Radlynn loudly laughed, looking amused and proud. "See, I told you guys you'd enjoy this!" She laughed again, watching Sarge Fan wobble as he sat up. "You guys got so high just from a little puff! It's so funny!"
"Shut the fuck up," LePete slurred. "You're more high out of all of us."
"So? At least I'm not looking so stupid just from a tiny bit of weed!" she replied, giggling giddily.
Sarge Fan was too out of it to say something, his eyes still on the ceiling, but he did hear their conversation. He was just too high to process and listen to what they said.
Radlynn sat up, stretching her arms and back. She looked at LePete and Sarge Fan, smiling as she thought of something. "You know what I think we should do?"
"What is it?" Sarge Fan finally said, peeling his eyes away from the ceiling to look at her, LePete also turning his head to listen.
"We should get pizza."
"But we're high," LePete said.
"So?" Radlynn laughed as if LePete was an idiot. "Dude, after this shit wears off, we're going to be hungry. Really hungry. We're gonna need food."
"Ugh... I'll drive." Sarge Fan leaned down to pick up his helmet and put it back on his head. He got up from the couch, lazily making his way to the garage. "Come on, guys, let's go," he said, his speech slurred.