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Indie blew a raspberry, “Aside from Yen, I’m da only one who mostly smokes weed. Dey call me da stoner of da squad. Shit, dey get on my ass for bein’ dat way. You really think dey would dig for edibles?” She raised a brow at Jen, “Tried to convince dem, all o’ dem basically told me to fuck off. Except Yen tho, Yen’s aight wit it.”
“I done it ‘bout six times, gave it multiple chances. ’Twas a wreck for meh.” The werewolf shook her head, “Six is enough for meh. Not gonna botha for seven.”
The werewolf nearly flicked her joint at Jen, but this shit’s too valuable. Can’t put that shit to waste, “Pssh shaddup, you don’t know me, dammit.” she rolled her eyes and mutters out, “Soundin’ like my damn motha. Next thing y’know, I’m findin’ out you’s actually Kim K.”
“Yeah I getcha, I prefer everything in a dark lighting tho.” That way nobody’s seeing what the hell it looks like and still have a good time, afterwards.
How the fuck did Indie meet her crew, again? She sat up, despite feeling numb and a little light headed for getting up a little too quickly. Oh yeah, now she remembered, “Eh, mostly met my girls from Yen. She knew dem, first. I was honestly da last one to join dem since I recently moved here from Indonesia. Dat’s mah home. We all learned about each other dat we love to fight and we gay as fuck. We love to cause trouble and even do dangerous shit. After dat, da Kuchisake-Onnas were born. Dat’s da name of mah crew.” She explained.
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"Man, so only one girl in ya squad is down? Pfft, lame. That said, I'd be down to meet this Yen chick, she sounds chill," Jen replied with a bit of a chortle, "but like, I make some sweet as edibles. Usually it's like, truffles or caramel or something, but girl I'll sometimes put cannabutter on my popcorn and eat that shit up."
Six times and none of them were good? Jen still didn't buy it, "I still think ya got bad shit, but whatev."
She had to laugh at Indie's balking though, "I'm speakin' from experience yo. I ain't nobody's mother and don't plan to be. Birth control is a blessing on this earth, my friend. And I'd rather not be Kim Kardashian - her taste in men is..." Jen sighed, rolled her eyes, and made a disgusted sound, "questionable at best."
"Heh... depending on how much ya want it, you're too caught up to care about turning the lights off. That's usually how it ends up with me, anyway~"
The dhampir listened to Indie's origin story for her gang, thought on it for a moment, then replied, "What brought you up here from Indonesia? Like, did you move up here by yourself, or did your parents decide to pick up and move the fam? Actually..." she recalled another tidbit about Indonesia, and hoped it wasn't inappropriate, "are you Muslim? If you don't mind me asking that, of course?"
“She’s da one with da most chill in mah crew, that’s why she’s mah most valuable customer. Hell, she’s even da hottest out of all of us. Priscilla tries...” Indie took in a puff of smoke from her joint and blew it out, “Pshh, she wishes she can be as hot as Yen.” She would admit, Prissy’s more on the cute side instead of sexy, but the werewolf’s rather salty with that girl kicking her out of the hotel room.
“Oh I’m sure, edibles are fuckin’ divine. I try to make some, fuckin’ Bai-Bai won’t let me cook in da kitchen.” And there’s a good reason for it, last time Indie tried cooking edibles, she caught the food on fire. Heiwa, once again had to beat her ass, after that. From then on, no one trusted the green-haired teen to be in the kitchen.
“I’m keepin’ mah word. I’m sticking to weed, been solving all of my problems ever since.” She stuck her joint in her mouth a little while longer than usual, puffing out a large amount of smoke in the process.
The werewolf scoffed out, “Men...fuckin’ disgustening. As for Kim K., she freaky, she nasty. I’ve been meaning to ask dat bitch some questions ever since I discovered Prissy doing vlogs or whatever dat shit’s called.”
This Jen person, hopefully she’s not “freaky”, or else that’s nasty as fuck. Indie thought, “So, you gay too? Or you dig both?”
Indah leaned back for that question, taking her joint out of her mouth, “Nah, I ain’t Muslim, I don’t follow any religion.” She grew careless with that subject from time, after time.
“Mah parents brought me here. Even before mah squad, I was a troublemaker.” Indie shook her head, slowly. “I ended up gettin’ in major fights, and practically kept goin’ on da run from da po-po. I was nearly becomin’ notorious dat mah parents weren’t havin’ none of dat shit. It was to the point dey got tired of mah ass gettin’ in fights and shit, dat dey brought me here. Dey expected me to do other things in mah life.” It had been awhile since she ever talked about her personal life. Not that she really cared for it, but it is the true reason why she’s even here in the first place, “What dey didn’t realize was dat leavin’ Indonesia practically killed me on da inside. Dat’s mah home right there, I lived there since I was born and to suddenly move away like dat, I didn’t like it one bit. Luckily, I met Yen and the rest is history.”
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"Edibles are good shit yo," Jen grinned, "I would probably have 'em all the time but the calories are killer! I'm too vain to risk packing on the extra pounds. If the rest of your squad is like that then I can totally understand... try infusing it into olive oil maybe, that's a little leaner."
Vlogs, huh? It was a thing the dhampir had considered doing, but Snapchat videos and the occasional GoPro expedition kept her happy. Way less explanation needed in those cases, anyway.
Jen looked back to the werewolf, "Gay? Nah... bisexual, pansexual, it's whatever to me. As long as you're clean and everything's where it's supposed to be down there, I'll probably like whatever's between ya legs to some extent. Lotta lesbians won't date a bi girl tho, so I haven't had a lot of girlfriends. You cool with bi girls?"
She thought on Indie's explanation, though her train of thought was getting a bit fuzzier, "Ah, I was wondering since the country's like... 90-some percent Muslim I think. But yeah, I get being torn up over having to move... though I guess I kinda got used to it, having to move around every few years or so. It's tough not bein' able to put down roots."
Jen paused again, "...you plan to go back to Indonesia when you graduate? Or are you gonna stick around Japan since you have ya squad now?"
Indie couldn’t help but chortle at that. Her squad? Trying edibles? That’d be a thing to see for once in her lifetime. Like they’ll ever do it, though. Except her valuable customer.
“If there’s anyone who’s all ‘bout her weight, it’s Priscilla. She’s da girl who’s ‘bout da looks and da fashion. Y’know, da modellin’ shit.” Of all the werewolves in her squad that have some strained relationship, Indie and Priscilla have it the worst. To the green-haired werewolf, at least. Not a day goes by without her getting yelled at by the little runt. “I’ll warn ya ‘bout dis, tho. Prissy’s like a chihuahua; small and loud all da time.”
So she’s not completely gay, then again Indie didn’t seem so surprised about that. It’s not a big deal, though. She’s not gonna be the one who’ll shame her for it. She gave out a nod about the idea of being clean down there, “True, true. Gotta stay fresh and clean.” she brought the blunt to her lips and puffed out more smoke.
She sat up a little straight, for once. “Ah, you’ll find someone. Not da end of da world.” she assured her. However, she’s not going to be the one acting like the love guru or anything like that of some sort.
“Hey, bi girls are fine girls, bruh. I ain’t gonna hate on da bi, da pan, or whichever sexuality you are. I just dig girls. Prissy’s actually datin’ a bi chick. I’ll admit, she’s fine as fuck. Not sure who’s hotter tho, her or Yen. Either way, dey both pretty.” Indie still wonders to this very day on how Priscilla managed to get with someone like Kotone de la Rosa. She’s a real beauty, it’s just too bad she’s with someone so bitchy like Hoa “Priscilla” Pham. Oh well, somehow, that girl managed to look through the cold stone of a heart of that werewolf.
The werewolf took in another puff, “Yeah, I feel ya. Movin’ away is not da easiest thing to deal wit in life. Had to learn dat shit da hard way.” after that, Jen asked her about life after graduation.
“Me?” She raised a brow, “To be honest, it’d be nice. But seeing how much I value mah crew, I don’t see dat happenin’. Might visit it some time again as a vacation, tho.”
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"Priscilla..." Jen could feel her memory getting a tad foggy, but it didn't take more than a moment or so before it hit her, "yo I know that bitch! She's on the cheer squad with me! Vietnamese girl, blonde hair? Yeah she looks like the type that's fussy about shit like that."
She shrugged, rather halfheartedly, when Indie remarked on finding someone, "Meh, I guess. I'm not about to go out of my way to find 'em though, most romance seems more like a hassle than its worth if I'm being honest."
Actually, the dhampir did still like the idea of such a relationship... but if she didn't move away first, then it was likely that the passion fizzled out and they drifted apart, "You're step ahead of a lot of women loving women then, gurl. Good on you, for real."
"Yo, could I take another hit?" Jen gestured toward the joint in Indie's hand; she figured she'd make that her real last toke before heading out, but she definitely hoped to hang with this chick again, "Hopefully you get to go back sometime, maybe see the rest of the world, too."
“Yep, dat’s da bitch, aight.” of course Priscilla’s on the cheer squad. What else would she be doing, for school? “Lil’ shorty gets fussy wit everything. If it’s something not to her liking, she gets pissed. Bitch is a ticking time bomb; small thing, big explosion.”
Indie shrugged, “‘Ey, whatever floats ya boat, bruh. No one gon’ hate you fo’ yo decisions and opinions. As long as ya happy, ya livin’ it.” it’s mostly that she didn’t care about what anyone thinks is bad for them or what’s good. It’s being fine and dandy that makes it count.
The werewolf nodded, “Ey man, when ya love a girl, ya love her. Even if she digs other genders out there, it’s da idea of loving dat counts. Just as long as she’s faithful but y’know. I’ve also met some who are polyamorous and dat’s fine too, dey ain’t cheating.”
“Huh? Oh yeah,” she handed Jen her blunt, “Take a good one, makes ya feel better.” customers got to be satisfied with the service, right? That’s what makes them come back and then for Indie? Profit. All the cash goes to her...and the rent.
“Y’know, dat would be badass. Especially if mah squad wanted to join as well. I can make dat a goal.” the idea inspired the werewolf. She could only imagine; visiting her home in Indonesia, get to go to the hometowns where her squad came from. Hell, just going around the world for a vacation sounds great. Hopefully, that’ll happen someday.
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Jen took the joint - now starting to get a little on the small side - and took a long, slow drag, her eyes closing in the process so that she could brace for that last major impact. She held on to it, letting the shimmering feeling dance through her brain as she kept the smoke in her mouth, passing the cigarette back to Indie as she did so.
Her lengthy exhale came out through her nostrils, and as the gray clouds faded, her eyes opened again and a faint smile crossed her face. Her gaze was unfocused and vaguely directed at the werewolf, but then a thought occurred to her and she pulled out her phone, staring at it for a moment, "Yo... I'm kinda feelin' restless..." she unlocked her phone and began scrolling through her contacts, "...I'm bout to hit up my girl Raven, see what she's up to."
Dare she invite along her new buddy? Jen supposed it might be rude not to, although she also kind of wanted some time between her and her closest friend... better to be courteous, "You wanna come along? She probably wouldn't mind if I let her know ahead of time?"
Indie took back her joint from Jen, placing it between her lips. She watched the dhampir exhale out the smoke and giggled, afterwards. There it is, that good feeling of weed. Relaxing, indeed.
One more toke, and the werewolf’s more than likely going to be gone. Her head will be all the way up in the clouds, and she’ll be in her own little world of peace and tranquility. She nodded once Jen mentioned about some friend of hers. “Dat’s cool, dat’s cool. Don’t wanna leave ya home girl hangin’.”
She leaned back against the couch again. The invitation is all so tempting, especially since she’d be getting to know more about her new customer. But seeing where her state of mind is…
“Nah man,” she calmly declined, “You go on ahead and do yo own thang. Hang out wit da homie, there’s always anotha time for us. I’m gon’ probably try to get myself back in da hotel room...eventually.”
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"Aight," Jen acknowledged Indie's declination, and gathered her things up, "it's been chill, homegirl. I'll hit ya up again sometime, for sure~"
The dhampir raised her arms to stretch, the non-phone hand flaring out and flexing, and she slowly got up. Best not to hurry the process too much, a THC headrush could sometimes knock a person right back on their ass. Jen held out one of her arms so that if she lost her balance, she could catch herself on the coffee table (is my tolerance that low? Or was that just really good shit?).
She gestured toward the green-haired stoner, using one finger in a small, salute-like motion, and headed out, "Take care, yo~"
With that, the dhampir began to make her way back down the hallway to the elevator, and unlocked her phone again, with Raven's contact information pulled up and ready for texting. It would be preferable to go exploring with someone else, so she certainly hoped her friend was in the mood, but even if it turned out that the vampiress wasn't feeling up to it, Jen would be more than willing to make the journey herself.
Indie made a finger-gun gesture at her, “Totally come by some time, it’s all good to chill wit me.” more time to hang out, and more profit in the process. Win-win situation for the werewolf. Ain’t no way, she want to lose that kind of opportunity. She needs more customers, anyway.
The green-haired werewolf nodded to Jen and chose to lay back down on the couch, again. With the blunt between her lips, she can now relax and hope for the better. Though, what Indah should know is that it’d be best to not stick around much longer, or else she may end up getting into lots of trouble. Laws in Japan with weed aren’t pretty, and she knows her gang are going to make her pay the price instead of helping a sister out.
“Aight Indie,” she said to herself, slowly getting back up from the couch, “Let’s go bother da bitch, Priscilla. Girl better let me back in da room.”
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