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[right][code]September 7th, the day the Party of Doom happened
Bach Household
Interactions: Vicky mentionned[/code][/right][hr]

Kersten hummed a tuneless song to herself as she took out the steaming pan out of the oven. She deftly stuck a toothpick in the center of the pan, and watched with satisfaction as it came back out slightly sticky. The brownies were [i]ready.[/i] They only had to cool down for a bit, and then into the tupperwares they’d go.

They took the time to finish their preparations for the evening. Their flour-stained hoodie was switched to a nice, clean lumberjack-y flannel shirt, and they put on their favorite, floor length pleated skirt. It would spin nicely if they ever decided to give the dance floor a go.

He ran inventory one last time too, just to be sure everything was ready. The baggies of mids were packed and ready for distribution, and so was the anti-asshole oregano. His smallest bong was carefully padded and secured at the bottom of his backpack, and he had a few pre-rolled joints of premium bud in his pocket to smoke on the walk over to the warehouse, y’know, for pregaming and everything. And with his brownies soon to join the mix, he’d be set for one hell of an evening.

[color=greenyellow]"Ma! Pa! I’m leaving!"[/color] Kersten called back into the house as she left through the front door. [color=greenyellow]"Be back later, I’ll be taking a taxi home!"[/color]

[hr][right][code]Warehouse[/code][/right][hr]

The music was bumping, the people were cheering, the dance floor was [i]especially[/i] vibrant with Lupe leading the pack, and the vibe was goddamn [i]immaculate.[/i] Kersten took another hit as he looked around the Stoner Corner he and his best buddies had formed.

Her arrival had been met with cheers from a couple of her friends, and she got settled pretty quickly after that. Richie Smith pulled out a picnic blanket and two jumbo bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos (and after demolishing an entire pot brownie, was well on his way to finishing the first bag), and Sloane Powell showed off the massive fucking beanbag she’d dragged across half of town, the one she was now lounging on like she owned the entire place. People would phase in and out, to chill and pass around a joint or the bong, and a few braver ones would snack on a brownie. Sweet, white smoke filled their corner, clearly marking their position to anyone that couldn’t track them by the smell alone.

[i]This[/i] was Kersten’s domain, and they were the Lord of its manor. Or something like that. The metaphor kinda got out of their hands there, sounded way more pretentious than it actually is. The point is, they controlled the weed, so they also controlled their corner's vibe, and they only wanted [i]good[/i] ones. Every visitor would get a couple puffs and a brownie if they wanted to. The chill ones would leave with a baggie slipped into their sleeve or pocket. The rude and pushy ones would get a nice pasta sauce-flavored surprise when they’ll try to light up at home.

A small commotion had him briefly look over to the beer pong table, and huh. Looked like queen of the tryhards Vicky arguing with her [i]beau[/i]. Chef had passed by their corner earlier, looking pretty stressed out. Or maybe just kinda sad. Either way, he’d taken his fill and left, and seeing how Vicky was now taking shots of curaçao straight from the bottle, Kersten had an inkling as to why he’d needed the extra courage.

Kersten grabbed another brownie and started gnawing on it. Kind of a shitty move to dump someone right in the middle of a party. Better avoid the bar for now.

Welp. That’s not any of their problems. They’ve got green goodness to distribute. But first, a small pit stop on the dance floor. They finished their brownie, got up from where they’d been lounging, stretched a bit, and wandered over to the packed dance circle, hips swaying to the beat. [color=greenyellow]"Make some space for me too, guys!"[/color] they called out cheerily as they made their way in.

Once she was done mingling with the dancing crowd, maybe she could convince Richie to go fool around with her in the bathrooms…