Bryn Galenus<br/><b>Location:</b>The GCC<br/><b>Tag:</b>Charlie “Sky” Winchester, Saoirse Quinn, open.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Bryn had barely got into his second puff when a figure came down the alleyway. Yet one puff in was enough to activate the paranoia typical to such recreation, lowering the joint out of sight when he assumed it might be some nark or passerby with a dislike of the activity. Not that he should be overly worried. What they going to do, call the cops? Over one joint? Which he could easily lose in this alleyway before any responder could reach him? But his fears were misplaced when he saw it was only the philosopher girl from before in his ice cream shop. He quirked an eyebrow at her when she approached and was entirely taken aback when she accused him of being in her…<br/><br/>He was confused by her actions. He had not known she was homeless and this might be her usual lodgings. It was strange because Bryn came here often, though only for about a five or ten minute window which could explain why they had never encountered each other before, since he was never here except for that time. Bryn didn’t know how to answer at first, frowning as he looked her over up and down, sitting where she did with just a carrot.<b>“Oh, hey there! I didn’t mean to intrude. I won’t be long. I’ll leave you alone. I wasn’t aware…”</b>he began to explain to her, reaching up to stick the doobie in his mouth and move off.<br/><br/>But then another arrived. Saoirse, as invited, and Bryn almost told her they ought to go elsewhere so as to not bother Sky. But Saoirse, in her own infinite compassion and love, was already introducing herself to the girl. In fact she knew her already.<i>She played music? Damn is there nothing this girl can’t do? She can think, she’s well-read, a musician…and yet she lives here…</i><br/><br/>Saoirse beckoned to him now and he smirked and shook his head. Always with her heart on her sleeve, this one.<b>“Hello missus sexy phone operator voice person.”</b>He answered back, jumbling over the words.<b>“I think that might be a little too big for your lips. Oh wait, did you mean this?”</b>He jested back, holding the joint up and over her head, where he was sure her shorter frame could not reach as she balanced herself against his chest.<b>“Not even one puff and you already got the giggles. Must be that second hand smoke.”</b>He winked, before he finally offered her the doobie to try out herself.<br/><br/><b>“Of course I hold back the good stuff. Don’t want to become irrelevant now. Got to keep them coming back for more. It works on you.”</b>He said, crossing his strong arms as Saoirse enjoyed her first puffs, his eyes moving towards Sky. How rude of him, not even considering her. She seemed a nice, kind woman so why not?<b>“I…don’t know if she does. I mean if she wants.”</b>He said, looking at Sky, not wanting to make the decision for her.<b>“Come on over.”</b>He invited her.<b>“Have you ever smoked up before or are you a good girl who never does?”</b>He joked with Sky now.<br/><br/><b>“She’s a deep thinker, this one.”</b>He said to Saoirse, hyping Sky up.<b>“Just wait till she has her head up in the clouds.”</b>