Bathroom Break! [Devon]

[Kale Armitage]

God I gotta piss like a race horse!

Kale had just got permission to leave the classroom, and he was glad because if not he would had to have just whipped his junk out and pissed on the teacher or something like that. Luckily that didn't happen, and he was on his way to the bathroom now. Those large boots clacking slightly against the hallway floor. The echos traveling the currently empty hallways as he neared the closest bathroom. His hands pushed upon the door and he'd walk in and b-line it straight to one of the urinals.

The large male would let out a sigh of relief as he stood there and went about his business. So far this day had sucked ass. He had never really been a bookworm, hell he rarely attended class in his last school. Kale had only done enough to pass his first two years, and he barely even managed that. Other things were far more important to him then school. Unfortunately a deal was a deal.

Shiitt.. Taking forever!

Kale couldn't help but feel like he should be in the Guinness World Records for longest piss at this moment, but his mind was soon drawn toward the sound of the entrance to the bathroom opening. Someone was coming in. They had every right to do so, but he couldn't help but feel like he might need to be on his toes. After all, he was use to looking over his shoulder all his life. He'd turn his head slightly and glance toward the door with one of those chocolate colored eyes.

[Devon]

Devon stepped forward and lifted his right foot and kicked straight outward, slamming the sole of his boot into the door. It swung open and banged as he dropped his foot and stepped in. He wasn't exactly the most subtle of people. Wearing a green urban bucket hat, bright collared shirt with an odd pattern, golden brown muscle shirt, and beige cargo pants that rested on the top of a pair of combat styled boots.

Generally he wouldn't be quite so loud, but he couldn't stand the class he had just left, and so he high tailed it to the bathroom for one simple reason. That he had five pre-rolled stashed in the inner stitching of his hat. Smirking he reached up and pushed his fingers through his blond hair and pulled down the small bag that had been hidden, mostly for convenience.

After pulling one out he stuffed it back away, facing the mirrors and the line of sinks. Taking a deep breath he rummaged around his right pocket, fishing for a lighter. "Where did I leave the fucking lighter?" He shifted his search to his left pocket, not paying too much attention for the guy he saw in the mirror, who was standing at the urinals over his left shoulder.

[Kale Armitage]

Where did I leave the fucking lighter?

Kale couldn't help but watch the kid that had made all the noise coming in. Normally he would keep to himself, because he really wasn't all that big on talking to other people. Socializing had never really been at the top of his list of things to do. But when he saw what the kid pulled from his hat, he couldn't help but practically drool. Kale had always been into drugs, though most of the time he preferred a little blow, Marijuana was one of the few things in the world that leveled him out and kept him relaxed. Kale didn't even give a shit that he was in school right now. He was just wanted some of that.

The brown haired teenager would finish up and zip up his pants before he's move up next to the other kid and begin washing his hands. After Kale would shake his hands a bit and dry them off, he'd drop his hand down into the pocket of his faded jeans. One thing about pot smokers was that they usually always had a lighter on them, because they never knew when it might be time to light up. He'd pul it up, and hold it there for a moment before he decided to speak.

"You can use mine.. As long as I can get in on that shit."

Kale's brown eyes would stare down a little bit toward the kid while he held that lighter between his fingers. He was attempting to be a little nice, at least nice enough to get him a little bit of that weed. Of course, if the kid was going to be a dick and not share the wealth, Kale would probably contemplate stripping him of said drugs and leaving him in pain on the floor. God knows that kind of thing happened a lot where he was originally from.

[Devon]

Devon raised his brow slightly as he saw a lighter held up in the reflection. He turned around and looked the guy over, gauging him. With a shrug he figured he would either tell get a tongue lashing from some idiot teacher or would be short one blunt. Things could be worse. He could be not-high. Not-high sucked.

"Sure," He shrugged

He took off his hat, pulled out another pre-rolled, and promptly replaced his hat, tilting it forward as his forehead somehow felt oddly cold without the hat on. "First one is on the house." Devon held out the white rolled out, held loosely between his index and middle finger.

[Kale Armitage]

Sure, First one is on the house.

Kale would nod after he spoke, and then turn his back to the mirror and lean up against the sick. This certainly wasn't the best place for someone to smoke, but he didn't give a shit. He was out of all his drugs and since he was new to the state he had no contacts to get anymore. He'd wait for the kid to pull out another joint, and then extend it to Kale. The junior would take it and bring it to his lips quickly before the large male you light it and get the joint cherrying.

His first inhale would be quite large and Kale would fight back his coughs as he held the smoke in as long as he could, holding his red Bic lighter toward the kid off to his side. After a few more seconds a cough would escape his lips as his left arm would lift to cover his mouth so he wasn't nearly as loud. Kale hadn't smoked in quite a while, so he was sure this would end up getting him pretty fucked up.

"I needed this.. New to the city, I don't have a clue where to buy this shit."

[Devon]

Devon waited patiently, figuring that if he didn't get the lighter the guy would be screwed anyway, because he wasn't nearly as calm as his exterior said. He didn't like giving anything away for free, and if he didn't get the lighter damn quick he had been planning on beating the ever loving shit out of him, and of course stealing the lighter in the process.

But instead he was given the lighter after the selfish prick got his own lit. Shrugging off his frustration he plucked the Bic out of the others hand and brought it back. He brought his hands up to his mouth, held it between his lips, and lit it. After a small initial drag to make sure it was lit he took small puffs of air, and on habit he pocketed the lighter.

"I'll get a discount if I introduce you to my source."

[Kale Armitage]

I'll get a discount if I introduce you to my source.

"Tch. We'll see.. Probably take you up on that though."

Kale would once again inhale that delicious smoke. He had already lost his train of thought when it came to the lighter. He actually had a bad habit of loosing them all the time, especially when he ended up going to try have a cigarette. It was okay though, because his uncle had a small bucket full of half used lighters in his apartment. He'd hit his free joint once again and hold it in, dropping his head back against the mirror before blowing he smoke up toward the ceiling.

"This place sucks ass. I thought Detroit sucked.. But at least there was a bit more action around there."

Kale would continue to stare blankly up toward the ceiling as he smoked his 'JIBBAH'. He didn't regret moving out here even if it was less entertaining. It had gotten him away from his parents and the constant stress of possibly dying or getting jumped by gun wielding gang members. He'd let a small sigh out and then close his eyes to take in the feelings of the high beginning to grip him.

[Devon]

Devon cranked his neck around, groaning as the joints popped, then the tension left his muscles. Leaning back he thought pretty seriously about just leaving the school for the day, if only to get on the road for a few hours. But instead he reached up and pulled the half smoked joint away and let it smolder near his fingers as he looked at the floor, in direct contrast to his partner in crime.

"Hard to ignore something you've already tasted."

He turned and glanced over the other, having ignored him mostly out of lack of interest. But he wanted to see if he looked bored, like he seemed to. It was hard to gauge his expression while he was already getting high, but he had a hard time buying that he was looking for a quiet place. If you had a quiet place you wouldn't smoke at school, you'd do it near the place that frustrated you.

"Bored? Go fuck up a freshmen, usually takes the edge off."

[Kale Armitage]

Hard to ignore something you've already tasted.

Kale knew the kid was right. He had left Detroit thinking that it was the best thing for him to do, to get away from that violent city and his fucked up family. But he was starting to regret it, a little bit anyways. He would get over it though, he just needed time to adjust to this new lifestyle. At least he didn't have to worry for his life nearly as often anymore.

Bored? Go fuck up a freshmen, usually takes the edge off.

"Tch.. That wouldn't even be worth my time. I get a punch or two off and you can smell them shit their pants."

Kale would take another hit from his joint before he'd drop it to the side of the sink and snuffed the flame out, leaving behind a dark burn mark. Kale would then drop his hand into his pocket to remove his pack of cigarettes, before slipping the last half of his freebie back into his pocket. Pushing away from the sink, he'd begin to move toward the door.

"Wanna get the fuck out of here?"

[Devon]

Devon raised his brow slightly as he noted that there was a flash of regret. He doubted it would stick around long. If he wanted chaos he would either find it or make it himself. He brushed the thought aside and inhaled deeply, burning away every shred that was left, and held it in his lungs as he tossed the stub into the sink.

Pushing himself off the sink he leaned forward, the hat hiding his forehead as he looked to the ground. His head slowly tilted back, his lungs emptying a line of smoke that lashed outward like a whip. After the last of the smoke was gone he frowned and glanced to his left, where his discount was walking off.

"You haven't even got me drunk yet, for shame."

Devon reached up and shifted the hat so he could see properly, a faint grin showing on his lips as he walked casually up to the door, shoving it open before his new-found discount could depart and leave him in the lurch. "But as long as I get my discount I'm content enough."

[Kale Armitage]

You haven't even got me drunk yet, for shame. But as long as I get my discount I'm content enough.

"Yea, yeah.. I'll just have to go shake someone down for some cash later on.."

Kale wouldn't look back after he spoke. He was high now and old habits died hard. Just about every time he smoked weed, he always wanted a cigarette afterward. So that was his plan for the moment. He was going to say fuck the school day and head outside for a smoke. He didn't really have anything planned after that. The kid would slip by him and knock the door open before he had a chance.

As Kale stepped out into the hall, he'd make his way toward the entrance. His hand would slip back into his pocket to remove his cigarettes, the faint smell of marijuana floating up to his nose from the roach. He'd pull a cigarette out in the middle of the empty hall and lift it to his lips as he walked. It was only then he realized he didn't have his lighter.

"Tryin' to scife my ligher? Gimme it back."

[Devon]

Devon glanced up the hall and then twisted his head to glance down the hall. He noticed that there was no one around that would give them any trouble. No people were in the hall at all, actually, although he swore that he heard a locker slam when he stepped out. Shrugging he turned and glanced back at the other.

He walked after him casually, tucking his hands into his pockets while he moved. When his hand was back in his pocket he noticed the lighter, and he casually twisted it around and held it against his palm loosely, curious if the other would notice. Seemed like it didn't take long for him to notice, halfway to the exit he asked for it back.

"Lighter, right," Devon pulled his hand out from his pocket, twisted his wrist so his palm was facing forward, and with all the speed he could muster he whipped the lighter through the air, it's trajectory likely to make it crack open the kid's skull. It wasn't that he was trying to peg him, more like he forgot to properly judged his strength while he could feel his brain floating.

[Kale Armitage]

Kale hadn't been looking at the kid, so he wouldn't have caught sight of the lighter flying through the air aimed directly at the back of his head. Soon enough though the taller junior would feel it connect as the sharp pain shot through the back of his head. There surely was a crack that sounded out, though it wasn't until his lighter hit the floor. Kale's head would drop slightly, as he turned to see the remainder of the fluid dripping out from the broken lighter.

"Aww, come the fuck on man!"

Yup, something as simple as that could really fuck up Kale's day sometimes. Especially when it came to his addictions, such as cigarettes. Now he was definitely going to have to ditch out on school to go home and get a lighter. Otherwise it was likely the junior would just freak out on some asshole for now reason.. Like he was currently thinking of doing.

"How the hell am I suppose to light this cigarette now?! Gah.. Get outside."

The last part of his sentence seemed more like a demand then a request. He hadn't minded the kid before in the bathroom because he had given Kale some weed. Now though, he was going to have to get some stress out and beat his ass for the time being. That was the only way he was going to be able to converse with him otherwise. He'd rather just get the hate out sooner than later. Kale would quickly resume his walk toward the exit and force the doors open wide as he stepped outside and moved along the building toward the a grassy, open area.

[Devon]

Devon cracked a smile as he both saw and heard the lighter crack into the back of the others skull. He asked for his lighter, then wasn't ready to take it back. But it didn't really hit him as anything that would be a big deal, until he heard the tone used when he was demanding that he go outside.

Without hesitation he nodded and walked forward, his left leading as he came up beside Kale and twisted his upper body to the left, his heels swinging with the momentum so his toes pointed at his target, and an angled uppercut was launched from a low position, aimed to drill his fist into the Kale's side just bellow the ribs.

Whatever he looked to be, whatever casual tone and placid exterior, there was certain things that people learned not to do around him. One of them was make demands. High, drunk, sober, sore, sick, never had he behaved well when someone was trying to command him to do something. And despite whatever comradeship they had in been smokers, or delinquents, meant jack shit when he was rubbed the wrong way.

[Kale Armitage]

Kale had been focused upon leaving the school, that was until he heard the male who broke his lighter step up beside him. Kale's head would rotated to stare at him, only to catch his sudden, jerky movements. Kale decided that instead of trying to avoid whatever was coming his way, he'd instead prepare himself for it. His body would rotate clockwise so that he too would face Devon, his abdomen tightening as the kid's fist would collide with it. His teeth would grit and he'd blow air out his nostrils, but Kale had been ready to fight the second he had felt that lighter hit his head. Now he only needed to act on it.

Kale wouldn't fight the force of the blow completely, instead as it connected he would react much like anyone would after getting punched in the stomach, by bending over. The only difference was that he was speeding this action up, and due to his height advantage he was ground to force his head down hard so that it could slam against Devon's own. It might sting a little bit for Kale, but he was sure it wouldn't feel very well for the other kid either. Not to mention he could possibly break all those joints in his hat too!

It wouldn't stop their either though because Kale knew that if his headbutt hit like he believed it would due to the fact that they were already pretty damn close to each other, his arms would shoot up and the large junior would look to forcefully throw both his forearms against Devon's chest, mainly looking to land along his collarbone. The push would be strong enough to send him stumbling backwards and if he didn't manage to catch himself beforehand, into the lockers lining the wall.