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[color=6A5ACD]Location: Dorm
Interacting With: Weed Couch Gang[/color]
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Buford found that he didn't really have anyone to talk to, and so he began to wander, following the Lou guy. He was a nice enough fellow. He'd been the only one to interact with anything Buford brought, and so now Buford felt himself starting to regret calling in so many favors for this party. Especially since the weed brownies seemed to be the only thing drawing a crowd. 

Well. If you can't beat 'em, eat em. Or something like that. 

Buford made his way over and took one of the last brownies from the pan. It looked... wrong. He took a bite and quickly realized he'd basically just taken a bite of bud with brownie mix on it. he swallowed, because he wanted to be high and didn't care much about taste, but he did have to look around and see if he could figure out who made these. 

[color=6A5ACD]"Hey, I dunno who made these, but you're suppos' to soak the weed in melted butter for a while, then use the butter for the brownies once it's nice an' weedy. Not put whole-ass bud in the brownie mix."[/color]

Buford chuckled and realized he still had the blow-up doll under his arm. [color=6A5ACD]"This one here is uh... shoot, I can't recall the name. Matilda or something."[/color] He took the sunglasses off the doll, put them in his pocket, and then handed the doll to Lou. [color=6A5ACD]"Here. I think she done taken a shine to ya."[/color]