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[sub][color=#CCC6EA][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Salvador Residence 
[color=#CCC6EA][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Bea Endive[/sub][/center]
[indent][indent]Ever since he'd stepped foot into the Salvador residence, Carter Newton had practically been bombarded by multiple of his loyal customers that were in desperate need of a blunt — or three. Oh how bold he thought them all to be, correctly assuming that he'd be carrying a few pre-rolled joints on him, ready to be sold to those who found him before they were all gone. It wasn't long before all that was left of Carter's stash was one measly blunt. This one, he'd decided after his last deal, would be kept for himself. He was at a party, after all, and figured that he should indulge in the roughly two-hour-long, mind-numbing high that came with smoking one of his favorite sativa strains. So as soon as he'd drained the contents of his red solo cup, Carter tossed it into the nearby trash can before digging around in his jacket pocket. He didn't stop doing this until his fingers had finally wrapped around what he'd been searching for: a beautifully rolled, honey berry flavored Backwoods.

Carter didn't really care to think much about whether or not Kavi would appreciate him smoking in his house. No, he was too focused on going through the familiar motions of lighting and inhaling. And exhaling. And inhaling again.

It didn't take long for him to start feeling the effects of the cannabis edging in; Carter closed his eyes and leaned the back of his head against the wall as the comforting feeling spread throughout his entire body. It soon felt as though he were all alone in the large house; he'd tuned out the music that blared through the speakers and vibrated the entire floor, and had gone several minutes without saying much of anything to the young lady who stood next to him. It was only after the music paused and an unfamiliar voice began to pierce through the air that he returned back to reality. [i]"You are the father of the child I am carrying, in case you forgot!"[/i] The voice said, causing Carter's eyes to shoot wide open. None other than April Foster stood at the DJ booth with the microphone gripped tightly in her hand. [i]"Yes! I am pregnant bitches!"[/i]

The room was dead silent for what felt like forever, and to be quite honest, Carter had no idea what to do or say. Instead, he simply did as the rest of the crowd and stared up at the pregnant girl with a blank expression until the music finally resumed. [color=#CCC6EA]"Well..."[/color] Carter spoke aloud for the first time in a while, [color=#CCC6EA]"That's a bit shocking, isn't it? I mean, I guess we all sort of figured that Santiago was bound to knock someone up at some point — I'm just surprised that it turned out to be [i]April[/i]."[/color] After saying this, Carter took another few hits from his blunt, only pausing when he caught a glimpse of Bea's facial expression. 

[color=#CCC6EA]"My bad, though. I'm being hella rude."[/color] Carter said as he exhaled a puff of smoke and held out the blunt in Bea's direction. 

[color=#CCC6EA]"You smoke?"[/color]
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