Thumbs up for Awkward (Jack/S.E)

[Jack]

"You can roll your own if that's what you're used to... I... Just got out of rehab for coke so I don't really want to get back into it."

Jack looked down at his wallet the gram of coke was meant to be inside it, he was some what happy and sad to hear about her rehabilitation. It was good that she was clean, yet it would have been fun snorting a line or two with her. "Oh, nah I was referring to the mixing of tobacco and bud. Back home we rarely smoke weed green, dunno an aussie thing I guess"

"Oh so we are getting fucked up?" Jack would chuckle as he stared at Mischa walk over with a brick of bud. "If that's what my date wishes of me tonight" Jack would chuckle. "Ah.. Marcy Playground.... Sweet shiat.". He laughed as she sat her self down, he hadn't done thing in so long. Have pizza, listen to music, get drunk and do drugs. It was like old days and he felt 16 again. "You're a little stoner girl aren't chya?" Jack would chuckle. "Kay... Let's do some shots, bitch."

Jack would top his glass off to more or less two shots, raising his glass in front of his face as "On your mark...get set... go." "go". Jack brought the glass to his lips as he slammed his head back. Shotting the drink straight down his throat . He noticed her choice of chasers. He nodded his approval Mediterranean wine's were the sweetest in the world, due to the culture. They aren't extremely strong, they are light in color and extremely easy to drink. Mind you, you can go through bottles of them like water. "Aah the taste of Italy." "Can I have a taste?" Jack would ask, if the answer was yes he would outstretch his hand taking it from her. He would bring it up to his nose as he took in the beautiful aroma of grapes and alcohol. Taking a sip he he would as he looked at her. "I love it... it's... so sweet".

Jack would pull a regular paper out form his little container, flipping through his wallet he would find his little packet of roaches pulling two off he would pass the strip to Mischa. Before proceeding to packing the weed and tobacco into a small tub like device. No bigger the a lipstick case. Jack began turning the cap before he decided what ever he was doing was done. Emptying the contents one would see perfectly blended tobacco and weed. Placing it into the paper he would roll the little cardboard strip into a roach. Rolling his joint he would place it into his mouth before looking up at Mischa.

"Smoke inside or?"

OOC: Excuse my shittness.. I'm extremely tired from rugby training.

[Mischa Badoer]

She got confused... meh... she was an idiot when it came to this shit. Yeah she sold them by the truck full... but she never really got into it. Hell! She sold this shit when she didn't even know what it was.

"You're a little stoner girl aren't chya?"

She would shrug and lift her hand in the air leveling her hand as to where here palm was facing down and she would tilt it back and forth... simple gesture of saying "so-so" "Ehh." She only recently had taken up doing pot... A nice way to escape the reality of being lonely as all kinds of hell... would have been nice if Kev had at least given her the twins rather than ship them off to the Sudeki family... At least she would still have a peace of the family she once had.

ANYWAY!

Once they took the shot and she had a chaser Jack had asked if he would like to try it. Her face would tilt up and her eyes would squint in a "suspicious like manner" as yet another one of her poorly crafted jokes. "Yeah yeah have as much as you like. My dad ships me this shit it faster than I can drink it."

"I love it... it's... so sweet".

"I know right? Makes it all the more dangerous when you pound it back like it's juice." she would laugh as she started preparing her own, small, joint... 'cause she still preferred the water Mellon papers.

"Smoke inside or?"

She would hold the joint up to her lips and grab her lighter that she had bought a few years back to help support her love of P.Ts.

"Out... The smell travels like a bitch downstairs and God forbid I get another lecture from my hired help..." she would laugh after rolling her eyes and sitting up. She would lead him through her bedroom and to a sliding glass door that would lead to a porch that would over look the sea... it wasn't a beach house... it was just tall enough to look over some of the buildings. She would take a seat atop her jacuzzi cover... her heels tucked in and her knees erect and pressing against her body as she lit up her funny cigarette.

Once she took a long drag she would take in a few more sharp inhales to get it good in there before she held it a tad then let it free. "So... You mentioned you play the bass? How long?"

(ooc: I won't judge if you won't judge.... tired 'cause it's five in the morning and I have yet to sleep since the day before yesterday >.> oh..and yeah sorry 'bout the mishap)