( The stuff he's got is pure, no weird shit in it to heighten effects — but it's good stuff, and it's strong. Paired with alcohol, he's definitely already feeling the familiar detached pleasantness, thoughts a little slower, mind gently stuffed with a couple of clouds. He likes feeling like this. It's not as numb as he usually gets — that'd take some more time — but it's a start.
He takes the joint back when Jinx offers it to him, snuffs it out and sets it back in the tin. Oh yeah, he'll definitely recycle this... Meanwhile Peter keeps taking hits of his own, slow but steady as he listens, eyes half-lulled and languidly looking over at her. Trenchies, huh. He has to wonder where that came from. Anything considered a "trench" is usually not a great place to be, and he's picked up on some snippets from Vi here and there about what it maybe was like. Didn't sound good. )
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He takes the joint back when Jinx offers it to him, snuffs it out and sets it back in the tin. Oh yeah, he'll definitely recycle this... Meanwhile Peter keeps taking hits of his own, slow but steady as he listens, eyes half-lulled and languidly looking over at her. Trenchies, huh. He has to wonder where that came from. Anything considered a "trench" is usually not a great place to be, and he's picked up on some snippets from Vi here and there about what it maybe was like. Didn't sound good. )
Is it... better here? Or was back home better?