The door flew open wildly. “We've got the entire Applebees!” Tang announced triumphantly as he returned with another case of Bud Light. “I just got a call from Josh saying he's got a line of people who are looking for some. They heard we don't deal in anything but the herb and he played up how safe we were for that! Josh had our back and gave it a pat while he was at it!” Tang rippled with muscle, his dangerous but charming face made him a lady killer and the soft wave of brown curls made a heart sigh when the wind tangoed with it. He spent a good deal of his time at the gym building up and laying down the girls who swooned at his movie star personality.
“It's a good point to make,” Crackers commented, closing the door behind the two. Easily the most level-headed, Crackers stood short but always came up tall after he had his say. It helped that he had intense blue eyes, off setting the freckles he couldn't escape and magnified by the blonde wisps of hair that jutted around his head. “We don't stand to profit from lacing what we sell considering we don't sell anything but marijuana. That makes us safer than **** in his face, even if he does sell for lower.”
The information penetrated the group at last and a roar of celebratory cheer went up with some chest pounding and plenty of hugs that ended with pats on the back and “we're **** awesome man.”
“This round goes to Moose,” Jack raised the bong with a tiny shake for emphasis. “For Moose.”
“Yea, without him we wouldn't be where we are right now,” Jack said a bit sobered. “Crazy **** running off to join the damn army.”
“Ah, but the crazy **** left us one hell of a parting gift, eh?” The excitement in Tang's smooth tenor voice was unmistakable.
“To Moose. For leaving us his green children.” Onyx exclaimed and took his hit from the bong. Life couldn't get better.