Welcome to Gaia! ::

He didn't usually give gifts to old ladies, but this was an exception and she'd listened to a lot of his bitching. A lot of bitching he'd never really told anyone else, and Stormy deserved his thanks but so did Caroline.

Seemed a lot like she knew what was up, too. Different kind of bad but a bad all the same, snd he didn't know what to say or how to help so Leslie went to old reliables. His best alcohol was gone in a gift shared with America, but he had nearly half an ounce left that was still good, waiting to be used.

The good s**t, too: the kind from some fancy dispensary with a designer strain. He gathered up his rolling papers and a healthy serving, rolling several respectable blunts, and bringing a polite little glass pipe if she preferred it instead.

Armed with peacekeeping methods and a grim stare always accompanying his social outings, Leslie knocked upon her door and chewed at his cheek.