Bryn Galenus<br/><b>Location:</b>Behind the Plaza.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Saoirse Quinn, Charlie "Sky" Winchester, open.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Bryn only rolled his eyes at Saoirse's critique of his retort. What, he was already smoking up! He wasn't doing so to put his brain in a quick-witted comedian. Quite the opposite really, for it was to shut his head down and just...zen himself into oblivion until the next grind begins.<b>"That's totally something you want to say to the person giving you free stuff eh? Going to cheat on me with that Marble Slabs down the block?"</b>He teased her back, half daring her to do just that. But then he'd lose one of his best, long time customers and that would suck. The grin on his face was wide at his put and his eyelids were starting to slur. Good company always helped the effect along.<br/><br/>Sky did come to join them and not without an earful to get the thoughts whirling. Bryn found himself spiraling into a rabbit hole of images, thoughts, and fantasy dialogue all stemming from just Sky's remarks, half of which barely had anything to do with what she had said. He opened his mouth to reply back to her about disguises and their earlier conversations on masks and such...but the conversation had already moved on, his brain slowing too much to process it all as the weed made its course within him. Something about what she was inferring and implicating underneath her words was bugging him. He should know about this. He's seen this before. Yet he just couldn't fathom the mortality of doing it just yet. A small part told him he shouldn't. The rest of him was just numb and more of a<i>go with the flow</i>at this point. And Saoirse was right about getting rid of demons by enjoying the good company of others, not to mention good medicine in the form of herb. Bryn chuckled and gave Saoirse a playful shove on her shoulder.<br/><br/><b>"I told you she was. Smart, talented, and beautiful. She's quite the mystery. I'd love to open up her book and give her a read, see what she's really about."</b>He said with a wink towards Sky, letting his eyes drift down to her thighs, which was the<i>book</i>he was referring to. He couldn't help but laugh again to Saoirse's directer approach.<b>"Hah, oh lay off there. There's a time and place for all that, you know."</b>He remarked, taking the doobie and puffing heavily, sucking in air and holding it all for several seconds before blowing a plume up into the sky.<b>"We're all indirectly kissing here. I hope you don't mind, though if you prefer the real thing, I'd rather you judge me on that and not by this."</b>He laughed, unable to not be left out of the fun and be outdone by Saoirse.<br/><br/>He passed the joint to Sky next with a smile.<b>"Go on, it won't bite. I will, though. Puff puff pass, that's the rule."</b>He watched her for a moment, wondering what it was that she worked very hard to do. But how does one ask without getting too overly personal?<i>Despite already making jokes about kissing and biting one another.</i><br/><br/>Whether Sky did or not, Bryn turned to Saoirse again.<b>"Got a new employee today. A fellow resident of the Plaza. Maybe you seen her around. Jasmine? Quite the cutie. I think she's really going to work out." </b><br/><br/>He then stretched his arms up to the sky, groaning as some muscles cracked, his shirt lifting a bit to reveal a peek of a strong abdomen before he resumed a normal posture.<b>"I could use a swim."</b>