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[sub][color=slategray]A [@smarty0114] & [@Universorum] collab
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Featuring: [color=17aa99]A Double[/color], [color=1ca9c9]Wyatt Durand[/color] & [color=ff0066]Quincy Hart[/color]
Location: Burntown[/color][/sub][/center][hr][hr]

Wyatt was, per usual, high as a kite. This particular afternoon, he was laying on the concrete ground of Burntown looking up at the serene, blue sky, his mind calmly at ease. Xanax will do that to you. His eyes drooping slightly, he was currently avoiding any thoughts of his secret (or not so secret, if you asked A Double), admirer. That’s where the Xanax had come in. Things were easier on drugs. A lazy smile crept across his face as his head lolled over to the side, to see one A Double Bishop, strolling towards him, Quincy Hart in tow. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Friends!”[/b][/color] Wyatt called out lazily.  

A Double had his arm around Q (he was learning!) as he walked toward Wyatt. A Double had gotten a text from Henry, that regarded… something about a secret admirer that Wyatt had? To be honest, as soon as A Double had gotten a chance, he’d gotten himself stoned as fuck, and he hadn’t come down since. [color=17aa99][b]“Heyyyyy, buddy. I have something that I’m supposed to tell you.”[/b][/color] He said in a bright tone, squeezing Q closer to his shoulder. [color=17aa99][b]“Henry says it’s important.”[/b][/color]

Wyatt’s mouth morphed into an O at A Double’s statement. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Okayyyyy,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, his eyes trained on the couple.

Quincy rolled her eyes, the whites tinged red from the weed she’d smoked earlier, and looked down at her curly haired friend. [color=ff0066][b]“Don’t you wanna know what it is?”[/b][/color] Quincy asked.

Wyatt pondered that question for a moment. Did he want to know? Probably. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Okay. Shoot.”[/b][/color]

[color=17aa99][b]“Henry sent me a text to let you know that your secret admirer — whoever that is — is gonna be meeting you at the Star Wars under the Stars thing, which, uhm… is a thing? So you like. Have a date, I guess?”[/b][/color] Mission accomplished, A Double turned his attentions to Q, suddenly wondering if [i]they[/i] were going to the Star Wars under the Stars. [color=17aa99][b]“Hey, Q… are [i]we[/i] going to the thing? Because like, we should.”[/b][/color]

It took a moment for Wyatt to process the information, but when he did, his face immediately sprouted a grin, toothy as ever and clear evidence that he was on some sort of drug. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Dope!”[/b][/color] Wyatt shouted, pumping his fist into the air, still laying on the ground. 

Quincy chuckled, then turned her head to her boyfriend (yes that was still a weird thought for her) and grinned. [color=ff0066][b]“Duh du jour, babe,”[/b][/color] she said, planting a light kiss on A Double’s lips, before turning back to Wyatt. [color=ff0066][b]“Are you good, man?”[/b][/color]

Wyatt looked up at Quincy, the euphoria from his newly discovered date still flooding his nervous system. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Never better Qster. Heyyy, A Dubs, tell H-Dog that I owe him one.”[/b][/color]

A Double was uncomfortable. Wyatt was clearly high out of his mind; and it was [i]not[/i] the same kind of high that A Double and Q had. He was high on [i]something else[/i], and A Double didn’t like it. He didn’t really approve of pill abuse, or cocaine abuse, or… well, really anything other than weed. Weed was like baby stuff compared to that stuff. Unfortunately? He wasn’t exactly able to [i]confront[/i] Wyatt about it, it wasn’t really his style.

Nonetheless, he was worried about his best friend [i]very[/i] worried about his friend, and he had a plan to deal with it: tell Q after they walked away. Then, she would surely either do it for him, or have some kind of suggestion to make it easier for him to talk to Wyatt about it. [color=17aa99][b]“Uh… yeah, I’ll tell him that when I see see him…”[/b][/color] He said, giving Q a look that he hoped said ‘please abort mission.’

Q glanced over at A Double, catching something in his eye. Why was he looking at her like that? She glanced from him to Wyatt. [color=ff0066][b]“Babe, wanna go over to Captain Cuddles?”[/b][/color] she asked, hoping to get A Double alone so she could talk about whatever he was trying to communicate with those stares.

[color=17aa99][b]“Yes that would be nice please.”[/b][/color] A Double said, nodding to Q, before he looked at Wyatt. [color=17aa99][b]“Hey, Q and I will be back in a bit and we’ll bring you, uh… some soda. You look like you could use a soda. Dr. Pepper work? It does? Great.”[/b][/color] A Double was talking much faster than he normally did, and after he finished, he started pulling at Q’s hand to lead her away and back to his car. Once they were out of earshot, he blurted:

[color=17aa99][b]“Wyatt looks like he’s torched on crack and I don’t like it but I’m his best friend and I don’t want him to think I don’t like him because he’s torched on crack but I don’t think I’d like him if he was torched on crack and I love him and I’d really like it if he wasn’t torched on crack.”[/b][/color]

Quincy nodded along as A Double blurted out his concerns, chewing on her lip as she pondered how to respond. She was well aware that she was probably the least equipped person to give advice on the subject of drug abuse, but there weren’t exactly any other options. So, she tried her best. [color=ff0066][b]“Well, if it makes you feel any better, he’s not torched on crack. He’s probably on Xanax,”[/b][/color] Q said, having been around Burntown enough to know the signs of some of the more common pills that Beverly Hills kids liked to take. 

This was tricky. Quincy wasn’t as adverse to pills as A Double was, hell she’d dabbled a little herself, but she worried about Wyatt. [color=ff0066][b]“He seems fine for now, why don’t we go get some food, bring him back some, and I can talk to him once he’s a little bit more...present. Okay?”[/b][/color] 

[color=17aa99][b]“Uhm, okay.”[/b][/color] He sighed and clicked open the car door, before he looked at Q. The truth was, A Double didn’t even really want Captain Cuddles! [color=17aa99][b]“Why don’t we go get something else? Wyatt looked high enough that he’ll forget we were here soon enough, since he’s already focused on the secret admirer and stuff. We can just go get Chinese Food. I don’t really want Captain Cuddles tonight. It is a happy food, I don’t wanna drag it down with my mood right now.”[/b][/color]

Quincy nodded. [color=ff0066][b]“Works for me.”[/b][/color]