"Why can't we get a hook up like that?" she wondered aloud, though that question was pretty much entirely rhetorical. They both knew<span style="font-style: italic">exactly</span>why they couldn't get a hook up like that. There was a perpetual circle that related to all business: to get work in that field, you have to have experience and to get experience, you had to have worked in that field. Same general theory applied to the weed game. To get hook ups, you had to know people. To know people, you had to have a hook up. And so they were caught in the circle of life, buying from fucking Rico of all people. "That's some fire though."<br/><br/>Fuck Rico with a rusted rake and everything, but she had to admit defeat and acknowledge that that tasted great.<br/><br/>She nodded quickly, but not too quickly because holy shit the room should move like that, when Scottie asked her if she was coming down. "Like two," she answered. Two was her safe zone, for anything be it acid, MDMA, or any sort of other research chemical that she was fond of. Take the one, wait your hour to finish coming up, and drop another tab right as you peak. In the beginning, she had started out doing that just to get higher. Now it was the only way she really felt it at all.<br/><br/>Lilly scooted herself away from the table, dragging her butt along the carpet which was a marvelously weird sensation, and laid back on the floor when she was far enough out. She draped an arm over closed eyes and watched all kinds of shapes dance across her blacked out vision. "Jesus Christ I'm already tired from work tomorrow," she groaned. Generally the last thing she wanted to think about during a high was work, but her especially shitty waitress job at O'Charley's was, in fact, especially shitty. She dreaded going back every minute of every day. The only thing that made it somewhat tolerable was she and the dishwasher would sneak around back and smoke one every now and again, and working in a restaurant was great for the munchies.<br/><br/>Peeking out from beneath her arm, she looked at Scottie and tried not to pay attention to the fact that he looked suspiciously like Baozi. "You got anything planned for today?" She turned her head to fact the<span style="font-style: italic">actual</span>Scottie, when she realized that she had actually been looking at Baozi. It started with him getting all up in her business, and now she was impersonating her best friend. That snake was on her list.