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[color=#B75D3B][b]INTERACTIONS:[/b][/color] Ziggy Haze[/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent][color=fada5e][i]“But you’re welcome to try one, let me know what you think.”[/i][/color]

That was all that Venus needed to hear before she took a small, cautious bite from the brownie. In almost an instant, her taste buds were flooded with the familiar, pungent flavor. The taste made her smile; although this certainly wasn't the best weed brownie she'd ever had the pleasure of tasting, it was good enough to stomach and surely potent enough to get her to that couch-locking high she'd been craving since she'd stepped foot onto Alaskan soil. The young woman took a larger bite out of the brownie before shaking the hand that "Ziggy" had extended. She was almost tempted to ask how he'd acquired such an odd nickname, but after a quick thought, decided that it wasn't really much of her business. 

[color=#B75D3B]"Yeah... like the planet,"[/color] Venus said with a half smile, [color=#B75D3B]"Nice to meet you, [i]Ziggy[/i]."[/color] Following Ziggy's lead, Venus took a seat on the ratty, mustard colored sofa that someone had managed to pull into the hallway, groaning in slight discomfort as her body immediately began to sink into the seat cushion. She used that time to finish off what was left of her brownie, though she almost spit it all out in laughter as she watched a boy who announced himself as "Cannon" come bursting through the door. In front of Cannon rolled a bright red wagon full of all kinds of goodies. Venus's look of excitement was quickly replaced with one of confusion as her eyes landed on what looked to be a blow up sex doll. 

[color=fada5e]“So, how’d you end up at Upper Lake?”[/color] Venus heard Isaac say from beside her, causing her to redirect her attention from the red wagon. [color=fada5e]“Burnout, runaway, or do you just like the cold?”[/color]

[color=#B75D3B]"Well, I'm definitely not a fan of the cold,"[/color] she responded with a chuckle, [color=#B75D3B]"Atlanta weather is way different from the weather here. I didn't even own a heavy coat until I enrolled in this place..."[/color] Venus let her voice trail off as she thought for a brief moment about the rest of her options. While she did smoke a bit and skip her fair share of classes throughout high school, Venus definitely would not categorize herself as a "burnout." And although she did choose to attend a university that was thousands of miles away from her hometown, would she really consider herself to be a runaway? But then she began to think about her mother. She remembered the great sense of relief she'd felt when she opened her acceptance package from Upper Lake and realized that she'd no longer have to stay in the same state as that woman, let alone under the same roof. She thought about how she'd only applied to schools that were more than five hundred miles away, and managed to pick the one that was farthest from ATL.

[color=#B75D3B]"Runaway,"[/color] the young woman said at last, [color=#B75D3B]"I guess I was just ready to see the rest of the world... Or anywhere [i]but[/i] Georgia. And there were just a few factors that made it easier to move four thousand miles away."[/color]  As Venus spoke, she settled back into her lumpy seat. She was finally beginning to feel some of the effects of the brownie she'd eaten. 

[color=#B75D3B]"What about you, Ziggy? Do you actually enjoy zero degree weather?"[/color] 
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