dizzy lil izzy

Robin’s eyes widened and they swore they could hear a choir of angels and see a beam of light shining down on her as she revealed that it was a joint. “…I no longer want to prank you…” They mumbled. “And for the record… Yes… Yes I would love a hit.”

“Here ya go, babe.” Izzy said as she passed the joint. “Don’t see me as a worthy prank now?”

“A lot of people don’t understand that that is what medicine is; weighing the pros against the cons and picking an option. All of the options have risks and consequences, but you have to choose the one with the least. Marijuana does have some decent properties that can help with pain management and battling the symptoms of diseases and treatments like chemo.” Sebastian agreed, unable to resist going on a doctor spiel.

Izzy smiled. “I always forget. It’s legal where I’m from, so it was never a problem.”

“Please don’t tell me you got it from the guy at the red boat though,“ Kiki said, “His weed is shit,“ she said as she took it.

“Absolutely not” She said as she passed her joint. “My boy in London brought me this shit.”

Liam glanced her way after sitting up again. “The smell kind of gave it away, you know,” he responded, laughing. “So if you’re trying to hide it, you’re not doing a very good job.”

“Fuck.” Izzy muttered as she hit her hand on her forehead. “I always forget it’s not legal here.”

“I’m still going to have to go with no. You’ve probably rolled it with tobacco anyway, which means it’s still got all those dangers, and marijuana does still carry it’s own risks.” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “But please, carry on yourself.”

“I’m not going to disagree with you. Smoking anything is terrible for your lungs. Weed does have some of its own risks, but personally, the pros out weigh the cons.” Izzy said as she ashed her joint. “Cause when I was younger, I used to surf all the time. So much fun, but killed my back. I suffered from back spasms all the time. Weed was the only thing that helped.”

“Oh please…” Elliot huffed, smoke leaving her lips. “A little weed never hurt anyone. Tabacco’s ten times the trouble.”

Izzy took a long hit and smiled. “I like your style.”

“I’m aware, yes.” Elliot let out a small laugh. “May I have a drag then, or nah?”

“Absolutely.” Izzy said as she passed over the join. “I was beginning to think I was the only person in Harpoole not afraid of drugs.”

Elliot cracked a lazy smile, propping herself beside Izzy. “Sure thing, gorgeous.” 

“Wait, really? You know it’s weed, right?”

“Definitely not.” Sebastian said over his shoulder at the woman he had found himself stood next to outside. “You do know how much damage those things can do to your body right?”

“What if I told you it was weed?”

“Oh, like in all those period dramas?” Charlie had dreamed of having a part in something like that - she was sure she could talk like a real posh woan, too, if given the chance. “Does that mean we get a big fancy costume or is that just in the fake stuff?” Snorting, she shook her head. “Is it bad that I wish something like that would happen? Really shake things up around here, but chances are it’ll just be someone’s stole a bin or something.”

“Jesus Christ! We’re so under dressed! How could we screw up so majorly?” Izzy laughed. “My English accent isn’t good enough to survive a period piece.” Izzy pushed her hair behind her ear and looked away from the window. “I’m one hundred percent positive that it’s an older couple. The wife thinks her cake is missing and that someone stole it. However, in reality, the husband ate it and lied.”

“What do you think they’re here for?” Charlie asked, watching the police car through the window of the Tea Rooms. “If this was a television show, they’d have just found a murder. And we’d be the guest stars. The breakout stars.” With a laugh, she turned back to face her customer. “Sorry, what is it you asked for? I was kind of…distracted.”

Izzy rested her head on her hand and looked out the window. “Dude, I have no idea.” Scenes like this were a constant occurrence in LA, but they rarely happened in Harpoole. “I’m thinking it was a murder and I’m waiting for someone to stand on a table and tell us ‘I’m sure you’re all wondering why I gathered you here today’ and then we’ll solve the previously mentioned murder.”

“Yeah, tips actually make up a huge chunk of my wage.”

“Good to hear.” Izzy smiled. “I’m Izzy by the way.”

“Tips definitely aren’t just an American thing.” Julian informed her. “But thank you, I don’t do too badly.”

“Well, that’s good then!” Izzy smiled.