[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Snickering, Meg nodded. He doesn’t ask me for drugs anyway, shaking her head, I was kiddin’, but now you’ve said that, I’mma have to keep an eye on the old coot a bit closer now. Taking another puff, Meg shrugged, only real drug I do got is pretty common, but you City folks just don’t know how to dry it right. Hence you all after my stash now.

Her pace slowed marginally to nudge his arm lightly, You can have some though. We good, so… I won’t mind.

Be it naturally, or exaggerated by the herb, Meg’s remorse for his situation returning to the normal was obvious. The offer falling out of her mouth before she’d even thought it through. Stop by my place then. Pretty sure you came in through the window last time? Oh. No. You dropped Martin through the window, that’s what it was… anyways, if I’m not there, you can just chill if the mess is too noisy. No-one gonna bother you in my jungle of plants. Might be a good hiding place not gonna lie.

She was gibbering again, her laughter peppered with a mixture of nervous giggles and short chuckles, before the pipe’s nib found her lips again.

What… like who? Are they Royal? Oooo, some fancy toot who’s spurned their rich lover? A long lost love child? Separated siblings who murdered their asshat Dad? OH. I bet they stole the Chantry Ladies hat!