[center][h1][b][u][color=bc8dbf]Caitlin Cade[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/center]

[indent][color=bc8dbf]"Thanks bro."[/color] Cait said through the spliff hanging between her lips. As the flame from Prince's lighter ignited the end of her vice, she drew in a long, smooth breath. She held her breath for a few seconds, allowing the flavor and substance of the roll to sit on her tongue before turning away to exhale into open space. The effect of the cannabis was almost immediate; her tolerance had taken a dip since her run with the police, due to her folks deciding to cut her off from any drugs or alcohol. Her head lightened and her eyes glazed a bit. A lighthearted chuckle pumped out of her chest. [color=bc8dbf]"The best hash, as usual from you,"[/color] she said, raised the spliff like she was toasting to a drink. She took another hit, this time, a quicker one. [color=bc8dbf]"That's twice I owe you."[/color]

By that point the pair had arrived at a still-tagged bench. Cait, masking the loopiness of the high with an exagggerated, forced straight face, knelt down and pried her can open and dipped the brush in. She gave the pain a few wuick stirs and pulled the brush out and began painting. Others nearby had began singing an old Marley tune, setting a relaxing mood to the affair. "They damn near caught the whole crew," she explained to Prince. [color=bc8dbf]"Late night sesh over in the Royal Parks. Hit up some spots, dodged a few cops along the way. They finally caught up with us tricking off the Matilda Fountain."[/color] She burst out a laugh and took another hit off of her spliff. [color=bc8dbf]"Guess they thought the same as you thought: that I was the best skater of the lot; sent some new upstart to chase me down on a bike. I almost fuckin' faceplanted when my wheels hit his baton."[/color] She sighed. [color=bc8dbf]"So yeah... 'defacing' a historic monument, plus charges for public intoxicatoion. And here I am."[/color] She gently glided her paint brush across the seat of the bench, and puffed on the spliff.[/indent]