05-11-2010, 01:52 AM
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| http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... atable.png); background-position:top; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> 500+ ___Rurik's loud pronouncement of the women arriving did help to lighten the mood a little, but she was still nervous. Uneasily she glanced at the Dahlian, who was sitting on the other side of Rurik from her. He caught her gaze, and she saw no hostility or hatred there. She didn't see the spark of madness and darkness that had been so prevalent in the cold blue eyes that had haunted her for months on end. Her lips twitched in a small effort to smile, but her gaze fell back to her lap, fingers twiddling with her bag. All she needed was a nice big hit, then she'd be able to calm down. The Inferni members would stop anything from happening, and he didn't seem like a danger. Someone came in quickly after her, and while she hadn't laid eyes on him before, she knew immediately it was her half-brother Razekiel. Both Anselm and her mother had told her that they marched to a similar drumbeat and she smiled back at him, glad to be around him in this sort of setting. Nothing like this would ever happen in the clan. ___Once again Rurik jovially commanded their attention and made his grand speech about what today was and what it meant. She had spent her last 420 in The Haight and it had been a wild day. She honestly hadn't expected to be celebrating it in such a large group here. The feel of this gathering was markedly different than the commune one, but where there was herb there would be a good time. Her Russian friend dropped back onto the couch and she giggled at him, taking the large blunt he passed to her. Bringing it to her lips she inhaled deeply and held it in her lungs for a good long time before breathing the smoke back out. The hit was accented with a short cough, but she was very used to the burn. Immediately she felt her nerves float away and she leaned back onto the soft couch, a lazy grin upon her face. Rikka held the blunt out to the next available toker, ready to see where this night would take them all. Turning her hazy gaze to Rurik, she asked, "Man, when'd you put this all together? This is great, just what the doctor ordered." She needed a night to let loose and stop being so worried. ___Not too much later two other women arrived. One that was from Dahlia as well, with bright fiery red hair. Her worries of Dahlia de Mai had vanished with her large hit, and she grinned over at the intriguing woman. "There's no interrupting on a day like this, we're all here to celebrate sister!" This was what she missed, bringing all sorts of people together to just smoke and have a good time. These lands could use a bit more of this sort of thing if you asked her. The other female didn't carry any pack scent it seemed, and a cigarette hung out of her mouth. She had apparently brought some other things with her, but honestly Rikka was only interested in the pot. It was 420 after all, today was about mary jane, not anything else. |