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[indent]Cait took Prince's lighter in gratitude. She held up the roach between her thumb and finger, raising it like she was giving a toaat. [color=bc8dbf]"To an early day, and a job well done."[/color] She gave the light a few flicks, finally getting the stub of a smoke burning after five tries; in a single hit the roach burned away completely. The relief came in a quick onset, easing the throbbing in her head, replacing it with the soothing, albeit hazy feel of the weed. [color=bc8dbf]"Guess there's no sense sitting here all day."[/color] 

She hopped to her feet, oblivious to the split second she spent floating back down when her feet left the ground. She'd fall in with others returning to the Community Center, changed quickly into her street clothes and retrieved her back-up skateboard from the front desk. She inspected the board meticulously for new damages or missing parts, and, determining it hadn't been screwed with, set off on a casual roll to the bar on Henry's invitation.[/indent]

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[indent]Cait sat to the left Sky along the bar, quietly taking in the unusually peaceful state of the place; she was used to popping into the pubs later in the day, when the crowds were around in full; as it was, the sole occupants were the Community Service conscripts that had decided to be social, and a few day drinkers scattered out among the booths. While listening to the 'how we got here' stories from Henry and Sky, she took a pair of long sips from a tall glass of a local brew, raising her drink after their tales. [color=bc8dbf]"To keeping the peace,[/color] she said of Henry, aware and appreciative of the layers of irony in [b]her[/b] saying so. [color=bc8dbf]"And forward-thinking fashion.[/color] The second swig of beer rushed down, and the alcohol mixed with the weed into euphoric crossfade. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Surprised you let me in here,"[/color] she said lazily to Henry. [color=bc8dbf]"Last time you damn near literally threw me out."[/color] she mused about the escapades a few weeks prior and the pre-game she and her lot had treated themselves to. [color=bc8dbf]"I got bagged for carving up some monuments in the Royal Parks,"[/color] she lifted up her board from the space at her feet to clarify. [color=bc8dbf]"Fuckers knew who the boss was though; came straight for me -no offense Sky- when the found us; shook off a few pigs before one of 'em got the jump on me... to the other white meat."[/color] She toasted sarcastically and downed another gulp of her beer, nearly emptying the glass.[/indent]