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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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curiositykilledthekerouaccat:

Of course Xander the Mighty didn’t think he was gonna need a nest of any kind, but that was before the edible kicked in. Scott knew exactly how potent that brownie was and while it took an impossible-to-consume amount of marijuana to actually kill a person, Xander had noshed more than enough to make himself uselessly stupid for at least a good five hours or better. He just ate the equivalent to a gram or better. And Scotty could have been mad; that one brownie was thirty bucks and his guest had unwittingly wolfed down half. But he was much more interested in laughing at Xander’s mishap.      ❝Oh, Mr. Clean, you are absolutely gonna need a nest once you feel like a human puddle,❞      Scotty cackled.

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It wasn’t even an half hour later before Xander was clearly more baked than the brownie that put him in that condition, but Scott was en route to playing catch up by then. He’d finished the remainder of the brownie himself and was on to loading his bong he of high tolerance and he snorted a laugh at Xander’s comment.      ❝It didn’t taste weird to you? Or did you write it off as vegan or gluten free..?

He could fall asleep on concrete, or tied up literally hanging off the ground. Xander didn’t think he’d need some nest like a little kid or something. If Scotty told him how much the brownie’d cost, he’d buy him another one. “You wanna bet?” This was really a bet he shouldn’t even be trying to make. The closest to high he’d ever been was when his friends had hot-boxed him in one of the backs of their pickup trucks, he really had no idea how badly this was going to affect him. But he still thought a literal nest sounded like overkill. Eyes narrow, “Watch who you’re callin’ Mr. Clean, Lurch.” But he was kidding. Mostly, his pride was bruised because people didn’t laugh at him like this very often.

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Xander didn’t think the nest was necessary, even though he couldn’t focus. He’d curled up, put his head on the arm of the couch and had thrown most of the pillows either at Scotty or onto the other chair in mock protest. “I dunno, guess I thought it was vegan,” he shrugged, trying to focus on the show on the TV but failing horribly. “Only vegan shit I’ve had was in like…Asia, just ‘cause they didn’t cook with meat. I don’t…I don’t eat vegan shit in the states.” A yawn nearly broke his face in two. “Man… I’m mad at myself.” Apparently he had very little ability to keep his thoughts to himself right now. “I shoulda known better…”

curiositykilledthekerouaccat:

OPEN TO MUTUALS      //       lol idk it’s 420


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     ❝This is probably my bad for not warning you, but that half a mint brownie you’re working through there    — that you pilfered from my freezer? Well, you’re about two-hundred-fifty into five-hundred milligrams of an extremely potent pot brownie… I’ll make up a nest for you on the couch,❞     Scott commented as an amused grin ghosted over his features. That was enough to give him couch lock, and Scotty was a big guy with a high tolerance. Someone with little to no tolerance? Well, they’d certainly be on the way to sleep soon, likely after insatiable hunger and ditzy giggles.

     ❝At least if you’re suffering from any aches or pains, you should be feeling some serious relief. Happy Four-Twenty!❞      Always read the label before stealing food out of Scotty’s freezer. Especially if it’s a dessert.

 He really should have known better. Even though he and Scotty were little more than acquaintances, Xander knew he didn’t just smoke pot. The brownie looked like it was a regular brownie, one that he’d bought for himself for a snack later-on, and Xander had just finished doing some dumb stunt and used about all his energy. Plus it had tasted a little off. “No…” he said, looking from brownie to Scotty, back to the brownie. The bad part of Xander’s past was that he hadn’t really done any drugs, so he didn’t know how to notice them well when they were baked into chocolate goodness. “I’m not a baby, I’m not gonna need a nest…” He was, at least, feeling no pain despite having all but fallen down the mountain.

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Little did he know, two hours later, despite his rather high natural tolerance to most substances he’d been forcibly given, he couldn’t focus. Once the sentence he’d been focusing on had passed, it was like he’d never heard it, and he had to focus doubly hard to understand the current sentence. Lather, rinse, repeat. “Never gonna eat shit from your fridge again…not without asking.”