Also...all righty. Was he alone here, or were the finer parts of conversation whooshing over this guy's head like one of Magic Johnson's b-balls?]
It's just a little joke.
[Now he's not so sure about splitting the green. The kid doesn't seem dumb. He's just plain ignorant.
Richie's eyes float back to the vendor. By all rights it looked like this was a perfectly legal thing to be doing, having a shop out in the open and all. None of this hunting down hippies at public parks and in the corners around record shops to score some doobies. There's no shifty looking police types loitering around the perimeter either, narc or otherwise. Not to mention the guy's playing closer to thirty than twenty. So he's his own man, and he wants to have a try.
And dearest Richie, let's not forget that you already gave Akira scotch.]
Yeah sure, just promise not to go overboard. I haven't got the back to carry you home.
[He's leaning on skinny and his hair might be better primped than most, but he's got shoulders that could get him scouted to play line-backer. He doesn't move like a fussbudget either. You could see it, muscle under the motion.
Richie's threaded his way to the shopkeep and bargained for his prize (plus complimentary rolling parchment, why thank you kindly, sir) and the pair are on their way.]
There somewhere nearby we could take this to? I'm new so I got shacked up in a crapheap, not really fit for company but I'll play host if you aren't fussy. [He gives a shrug, peering around.] Nice park'll do too, if they don't mind smoking.
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Also...all righty. Was he alone here, or were the finer parts of conversation whooshing over this guy's head like one of Magic Johnson's b-balls?]
It's just a little joke.
[Now he's not so sure about splitting the green. The kid doesn't seem dumb. He's just plain ignorant.
Richie's eyes float back to the vendor. By all rights it looked like this was a perfectly legal thing to be doing, having a shop out in the open and all. None of this hunting down hippies at public parks and in the corners around record shops to score some doobies. There's no shifty looking police types loitering around the perimeter either, narc or otherwise. Not to mention the guy's playing closer to thirty than twenty. So he's his own man, and he wants to have a try.
And dearest Richie, let's not forget that you already gave Akira scotch.]
Yeah sure, just promise not to go overboard. I haven't got the back to carry you home.
[He's leaning on skinny and his hair might be better primped than most, but he's got shoulders that could get him scouted to play line-backer. He doesn't move like a fussbudget either. You could see it, muscle under the motion.
Richie's threaded his way to the shopkeep and bargained for his prize (plus complimentary rolling parchment, why thank you kindly, sir) and the pair are on their way.]
There somewhere nearby we could take this to? I'm new so I got shacked up in a crapheap, not really fit for company but I'll play host if you aren't fussy. [He gives a shrug, peering around.] Nice park'll do too, if they don't mind smoking.