Benji's car

[benji]

^{_{1995 silver Isuzu Rodeo}}

He calls is the 'Magic Mobile' even though nothing magical happens in there except for...smoking purp out of a water bong.

[benji]

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Ben never went right to the dealers. Jeremy and Alex never let him. Sometimes they like to treat him like a child rather than the (almost) fully functioning adult that he was. Plus, Alex said their dealer was a bit sketchy, so he didn't really need to deal with that. But hey, he always had good shit and the three of them just used a portion of the money they made from shows to buy it. It was like family weed. Some families shared phone minutes. The CTB family shared doobie.

It was kind of chilly out, so he had the engine running at the back of the parking lot. Sometimes the Montgomery Hall RA likes to patrol the parking lot. He had the dome light one and was blasting Ke$ha because he was such a badass. He had some Wiz and a few Mac CDs, because those were always fun to smoke to, but Vinnie wasn't even out here yet and he was just having some quality man moments.
He had his glass pipe and a blunt, plus Vinnie had said he was bringing some of his own. Probably not very much, but the two of them wanted to get really, really high. Ben hadn't smoked in forever. Like an entire five days. That was crazytown in Danger's world. Crazytown.

[Vinnie Giovanetti]

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Vinnie stepped out of his apartment and cursed under his breath. It was fucking cold! Well, not really fucking cold.. but he'd just been sitting under a heated blanket and hadn't even bothered with a coat. So he kind of felt like he was freezing. After having said goodbye to Coop, he didn't really stop to think about the weather. So he'd ventured down the stairs and out in the front door in nothing more than a sweater and khakis. He was wearing shoes too, don't worry.

After taking the long walk to the campus, Vinnie thought his fingers and toes were about to fall off. He was beyond thankful when he noticed Ben's car parked not too far away. He looked pretty warm in there.. Vinnie shivered and began a sprint towards the vehicle. When he reached it, he practically flattened himself against the passenger side window as he smacked, open palm, against the glass. "LEMME IN I'M DYING," he shouted, rubbing way too much of his face across the window.

Now, not only was he freezing, but he was also dying for a good smoke. It had been, what, a day? Cooper had dared him that he couldn't last more than two days and well.. he'd won. And now he owed him a home-baked cake. Which probably would've happened anyway.. but it was much less of and enjoyable task when he had to do it because he lost a bet.

Breathing hard against the glass, Vinnie smiled and withdrew a hand to draw a smile in the fog. Wow. ADD.

[benji]

Ben jumped when Vinnie attacked his car like a wild banshee. He also smeared the window with his face and then left a delightful smiley there. It's kind of hard to be mad at someone when they mark your vehicle with smiles.
"It's unlocked, dumbass!" He laughed and then turned off his incredibly hetero music when the other boy got in. "Cold?" He turned up the heater so Vin wouldn't freeze to death, and then flipped up the center console to get out his lighter and his pipe.

"Smell that," he handed the bag of weed he'd just pulled from his pocket to him and smiled. Alex never disappointed. When he was rolling the blunt earlier, it was perfectly sticky and had enough hairs in it to tell him that he was going to get really really high.
He lit the end of the blunt and took in a big breath, holding it in for as long as he could. Which was actually pretty long considering how much he smoked. Then he blew it out and coughed a little before passing it over.
"You know you get higher if you cough?" He took the bag back from him and started to pack some in his bowl since it was already separated from earlier. The car was already starting to get smoky, so he turned off the dome light so they wouldn't get caught. The parking lot lights were still on so they could see, but it wasn't bright enough for anyone standing outside to see in. He lit the bowl and breathed in again, moving his finger off the hole as he did.

[Vinnie Giovanetti]

Vinnie smacked his forehead against the window when Ben said the door was unlocked. He hadn't even bothered to see if it was open. Once in, Vinnie was violently rubbing his hands together. "Cold?" He mocked. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. This might be Alaska."

When Ben handed Vinnie the bag, he stuck his nose in and took a deep breath. "Oh das noice," he said in some sort of strange accent. The bag was taken within the next second, but replaced with what Vinnie hoped would be the most magical blunt he ever placed between his lips. And it was. He inhaled pretty heavily, coughing way harder than Ben had. "Shit well then I must be getting places with that," he said, holding his throat. That had really hurt. But he shrugged and took another drag.

"Fuck, man. I forget mine," Vinnie said as he watched Ben preparing his pipe.

[benji]

"Did you?" Benji asked him, blowing out smoke again. "Here, hit this then," he handed him the bowl and lighter, and took the blunt from him. He was already starting to feel it, and was already hoping that Travis or someone had bought pizza. Or peanut butter. Or both. At the same time.

"Dude, I'm already fucking starving," he laughed, leaning back against his seat. It was a wonder how he wasn't like super fat. His whole life was Chipolte and his only vegetable was fucking pizza. He should be like 300 lbs, but thank God for a skinny boy metabolism.
He took another drag and let is out after a few seconds, coughing a bit. "Hey..." he looked over at Vinnie with already bloodshot eyes, "Is there another word for synonym?"
He blinked a few times, and then became incredibly serious. "Is there a synonym for antonym?"

[Vinnie Giovanetti]

Vinnie let out of puff of smoke before letting his head fall back against the seat then looking over at Ben. "Synonym.. for antonym..." he mimicked, then took the blunt from Ben and handed back the bowl. A drag, a cough, then his head was rolling back and forth on the seat. "Like.. dude."

Was it already happening so quick? Wow that was some good weed. "Where'd you get this, man?" Vinnie asked, waving the blunt around in front of him. He was watching the orange color from the lit tip drag around, like a sparkler. Things were slowing down. "Good shit," he added before taking in another drag. "Hey. We should listen to some tunes."

Reaching forward, Vinnie turned on the car's stereo and flipped through the stations. After a second, he stopped on a John Mayer song. "John. Fucking. Mayer," he said in a lazy voice, smiling as he dropped his head back again.

[benji]

"JOHN FUCKING MEYER!" Ben said in a high pitched screech like Emma Stone in Friends With Benefits, and then laughed at his own hilarity.
He hit is bowl one last time and then realized that he was really, really high. He didn't know how Alex did it, but he always got the best shit. He was probably sleeping with the dealer or something, but whatever he did, Ben was not going to complain.

"I have no idea where he gets it, but this guy in my band, Alex, always gets the best shit. He says his dealer's this sketchy guy in the Bronx, but I don't really care. We get like a pound every other week and split it between the three of us, but I always end up taking like half of Jeremy's stash because he hardly smokes," he laughed again and then rolled down his window to empty the resin out of his bowl.
He looked back over at Vinnie with a sleepy smile, "Dude, I am so fucking baked right now," he said before he started to sing along — like an angel, might I add — to the chorus to the song on the radio.

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