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Barrett · 06-29-2011, 01:01 AM

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The wolf smiled at her observation; it was one of his favourite things about Hilsburn. It appeared pretty unremarkable on the outside, but a closer look revealed it to be a veritable gem, an underground wonderland of sorts—even if not literally, like her mystical cavern and gushing springs. “That sounds chill,” he mused with a nod. He caught her eyeing up his liquor and laughed. “Help yourself,” he said, exchanging it for the bong once she'd finished her hit; her actual question had already been forgotten. What did he do for fun? This, mostly.

“Anyway, if you're looking to restock, you came to the right place,” he said, teasing the lip of the bowl with the lighter's flame and sucking gently at the milky white smoke. Briefly, the only sound to be heard was the quiet rumble of bubbles through the bong. Once satisfied, he gently plucked the bowl from the stem and inhaled sharply. “I'd be happy to work out a trade,” the teen concluded through a cloud of smoke as he passed back the bong. “How much are you looking for, Ojos Verdes?”

The youth stretched languidly before mustering the energy to rise to his feet, a motion which showcased the lean—but toned—muscle of his arms, chest, and abdomen. He moved the short distance to the shelf and began to riffle through the containers on the top row. He selected several bundles and brought them over before plopping down unceremoniously on the couch. “Two ounces, four?” he questioned, peering at her and holding up the corresponding amounts so she could get a visual.

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