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[guitarpicks]

that is... definitely more tempting than being called daddy

[medals]

and who the fuck called you daddy

[guitarpicks]

my other girlfriend daniel

[otherbitches]

Have fun.

[medals]

if you give that slut our weed i'll kill him and then you

[guitarpicks]

i'm not giving it to anyone else! ( SWEATING )

it's ours to share
first smoke for me and mine :)
the lights of my life

[otherbitches]

[ his pride is surprisingly strong! ]

not really feeling johnson's sloppy seconds.

[medals]

he means the only smoke

don't you eddie :)

[guitarpicks]

did i say first?
meant only

no one's sloppy seconds

[medals]

see baby

:) our weed
our eddie :) :)

[otherbitches]

[ He smells bullshit! ] do you like bullshitting me, munson? is that what actually gets you off?

[guitarpicks]

it's our weed that we aren't smoking rn for some reason?

WHAT THE FUCK are you on about, billy?
how the fuck am i bullshitting you ( he's going to lose it )

[medals]

okay how about we smoke the weed first and then we do whatever this is after

[otherbitches]

nah, jem, think about it. if munson wants to go smoke up with his girl, daniel, then why would i get in his fucking way? have fun, asshole. don't get stabbed, i'm not sewing stitches.

[medals]

you're going into that greenhouse and we're going to shotgun that weed and if i have to drag you there myself i will

[guitarpicks]

jesus christ i'm not going to see anyone else right now, hargrove, so get your ass over to the greenhouse

jem's right. we should smoke and talk shit out
whatever this is rn

[otherbitches]

said i'm good, didn't i?
don't worry, pretty sure you can find a third. you already got someone in mind.

[medals]

please come smoke with us billy
for me

[guitarpicks]

okay, fuck off with that shit before i goddamn lose it
no one's replacing you

come here

[otherbitches]

[ Well, Jem almost got him, but Eddie stokes his combativeness, the part that comes easier than breathing. ]

oh i'd love to see you lose it. come on, munson, don't tell unless you're gonna show! if i make you mad enough you gonna go cry about it to your girl?

[medals]

if i sit on ur dick and shot gun you will you let this one go

[guitarpicks]

you know what--- ( sharp, quick, angry. then silence, nothing from him for a moment. ) i'm not going anywhere

what i'd fucking like to do is go talk this through with my girlfriend and my boyfriend, the two of you, before i smoke this weed all by myself to cope

[otherbitches]

[ It feels for a moment, then two, more, like Billy might be ghosting properly this time. ]

[ To Jem, privately: ] maybe.

[ To both: ] if i smell his spit on it i'm going to fucking strangle you. and i'm not fucking talking.

[medals]

okay baby, no talking.

[ to eddie, on her way out of the shack door, down the short way to the greenhouse door: ]

he'll talk once he's stoned

[guitarpicks]

it hasn't been lit ( he really feels like a criminal.

to jem: ) yeah, ok

( eddie's waiting for them inside the greenhouse; he's a good ways in, seated on a bench in front of a full grown marijuana plant and a plot of wet dirt. in front of the bench is a small table, there's a bowl of dried buds next to some pages out of a journal that eddie's using to roll more joints. he needs to figure out a way to grind the stuff because the mortar and pestal he's using isn't going to cut it for the whole stash.

he hasn't smoked any, but he's tempted but he's trying to prove a goddamn point now. the crease between his brows is deep and he's focused, trying not to glance toward the door closest to the shack where billy and jem are likely to come in through. whoever gets to him first gets a joint and matches for their troubles, he's not trying for a kiss hello when he feels ready to crawl out of his skin in frustration and is probably radiating it off of himself in waves. )