Verse/Luka/Obtain weed from Jackson

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You grin as you stand up, content with the condition you left him in. He merely lays there for a few moments, staring at you as he breaths. "You really do like cock," he says after a moment, with a smirk on his face.

Returning it, you reply, "I guess so."

"Oh?" he goes. "You're not used to it?"

"Neh," you reply and walk over to the weed table. You survey it, looking for your favorite breed, before simply grabbing a handful of it and stuffing it into a nearby bag, and stuffing it into the metal box in your bag. Jackson doesn't try to stop you; you figure he must be quite satisfied.

By now, he's zipped up his pants and has gotten closer to you. "Got what you came for?" he asks. You nod. "Coo, cool."

You raise your eyebrows for a moment, but head towards the stairs. "Thanks," you say.

He shrugs, and follows you out; he escorts you to the door, and closed it behind you after you've left. You pat your bag, smile slightly, and head home.

It's still woefully earlier in the day--a little before noon. Which is good, as it means you won't have to run into either of your parents. You get inside with your key, and head straight to your room, locking your door behind you. Throwing your bag onto your bed, you take the money from your pocket and count it again before dumping it into your bedside drawer. You then head to the computer, and stop the screen saver at "How are you?".

You tend to pass the time on your computer, when not smoking your troubles away. You...

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