Take a quick smoke break
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"I'm headed out for a smoke." you echo. Mitch engrossed in his Playboy looks up to flash you a disapproving glance. Nonetheless, he reaches into his back pocket and hands you a set of keys. You try and hide your excitement, as you walk past the snacks. You contemplate whether to snag a bag of Doritos, as you move towards the back. However, Mitch allowing you to leave so impromptu is a miracle in itself and you'd rather not jink it. | "I'm headed out for a smoke." you echo. Mitch engrossed in his Playboy looks up to flash you a disapproving glance. Nonetheless, he reaches into his back pocket and hands you a set of keys. You try and hide your excitement, as you walk past the snacks. You contemplate whether to snag a bag of Doritos, as you move towards the back. However, Mitch allowing you to leave so impromptu is a miracle in itself and you'd rather not jink it. | ||
| - | You immediately whip out a small ziplock bag containing a grams | + | You reach the door that reads in bold red lettering, EMPLOYEES ONLY and let out a sigh of relief. The jingle jangle of the key sounds like music to you ears, as you turn the knob. Once your inside, you immediately whip out a small ziplock bag containing a few grams of weed. You open the bag releasing a faint aroma of pine and lemon. It's brick weed, which isn't ideal - but it's certainly potent enough to make the night go faster. To your right lies the manager's desk with Mr. Morrison's key card. You meticulously remove the stem and use the card to chop the bud. Then make sure to wipe an remanence of herb off the card. You shuffle around the drawer again to find an index card, a decent filter. |
You fish into your pockets to find a small stack of papers and you're ready to go. | You fish into your pockets to find a small stack of papers and you're ready to go. | ||
Current revision as of 02:00, 23 November 2020
"I'm headed out for a smoke." you echo. Mitch engrossed in his Playboy looks up to flash you a disapproving glance. Nonetheless, he reaches into his back pocket and hands you a set of keys. You try and hide your excitement, as you walk past the snacks. You contemplate whether to snag a bag of Doritos, as you move towards the back. However, Mitch allowing you to leave so impromptu is a miracle in itself and you'd rather not jink it.
You reach the door that reads in bold red lettering, EMPLOYEES ONLY and let out a sigh of relief. The jingle jangle of the key sounds like music to you ears, as you turn the knob. Once your inside, you immediately whip out a small ziplock bag containing a few grams of weed. You open the bag releasing a faint aroma of pine and lemon. It's brick weed, which isn't ideal - but it's certainly potent enough to make the night go faster. To your right lies the manager's desk with Mr. Morrison's key card. You meticulously remove the stem and use the card to chop the bud. Then make sure to wipe an remanence of herb off the card. You shuffle around the drawer again to find an index card, a decent filter.
You fish into your pockets to find a small stack of papers and you're ready to go.
