The blunt returned to Scott's eagerly waiting hand and he took a massive hit, watching as the cigar wrapping sizzled and the cherry moved quickly towards him, turning herb into beautiful smoke that he took in and held with the care of a doting father. He leaned back and blew the smoke geyser upwards, feeling the gradual buzzing sensation that told him he'd just taken an exceptionally good hit of some amazing bud.<br/><br/>"Rico," he answered simply, watching his friend closely to gauge her reaction. She hated Rico, though that wasn't surprising - he was a total asshole, but he got some of the best bud around. He and Scott went way back, and while they weren't exactly friends, he could at least be trusted not to rip him off. Still, though. Grade A prick.<br/><br/>"He got a new connect recently, some dude from Cali, comes with the vacuum sealed quarter pounds, I heard. He's the real deal," he added, taking one more puff before passing the blunt back to Lilly. "Makes all the other shit we get around here look like straight garbage." While he didn't share his best friend's intense dislike of Rico, he still would've gone elsewhere if he could, if only to avoid giving the guy any more business. Unfortunately the mysterious big shot from the West Coast only seemed to deal with him, meaning options were limited unless a person was okay with smoking doodoo.<br/><br/>A pleasant breeze blew in from the window Lilly had opened, and Scott smiled as it played across his face. While he was perfectly okay with sitting in a smoke filled environment, the place probably needed a bit of ventilation. He spotted the remaining acid tabs on the table and grunted, watching his friend carefully. "Coming down yet? How many of those did you drop?" He wondered what the fuck she was seeing at the moment - there was no way to be sure, but he was sure it was probably both strange and entertaining. He was tempted to join in on the fun, but he preferred to be sober when he dropped acid. Bud would have to come afterward, otherwise it would cloud up the beginning of the trip. A lesson learned only though extensive firsthand research, of course.