The response crackles through easily over the steady drone of the festival, as carefree as if he'd spoken it aloud. He absolutely doesn't know what's in this shit he's currently sucking down into his lungs, but he hadn't known what was in the various candy-colored liquors set up around the grounds like sticky flytraps, either, and that sure didn't stop him from sucking a few of those down. Whatever high-quality shit they're dosing their goodies with, he's hot with the kick of it.
(Probably not fucking THC or nicotine.) Then, out loud, as he stamps the ashy bud between his fingers and drops it beneath his heel: "I'm Danny. You wanna get fucked up with me?"
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The response crackles through easily over the steady drone of the festival, as carefree as if he'd spoken it aloud. He absolutely doesn't know what's in this shit he's currently sucking down into his lungs, but he hadn't known what was in the various candy-colored liquors set up around the grounds like sticky flytraps, either, and that sure didn't stop him from sucking a few of those down. Whatever high-quality shit they're dosing their goodies with, he's hot with the kick of it.
( Probably not fucking THC or nicotine. ) Then, out loud, as he stamps the ashy bud between his fingers and drops it beneath his heel: "I'm Danny. You wanna get fucked up with me?"