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warnings: pot usage (duh), mention of shane in the height of his addiction

authors note: sorry is some of this is confusing i myself was high when i wrote some of these lol

alex: he would never consume pot on his own free will. after all, substance abuse runs in his family (his father is an alcoholic as we know from that one cutscene), and he doesn’t want to follow in his footsteps. that being said, there was one time in high school when he was on the gridball team, one of the seniors offered him a “fruit snack” in the locker room before a practice, and alex happily accepted. little did he know it was a 20mg edible, and it sent him to the moon and back. he had to sit out for most of the practice under the excuse that he was feeling really lightheaded.

elliott: you’d think elliott must smoke a lot of pot because how the hell else does he get all that writing done? however, when he’s high, all he wants to do is sit back and just think. he keeps a notepad next to himself and jots down any good ideas he has- phrases to mention in his next chapter, plot twists he wants to put in the book he’s working on, or even about just things like what he wants to cook for dinner tonight. his favorite way to have it is definitely a good blunt filled with a sativa dominant strain, and is not opposed to having a spliff here and there.

harvey: he’s a grown man bound to have used cannabis recreationally a few times in undergrad just to see what it was like. plus he was curious about the medicinal benefits. he didn’t do it during medical school, but now in his older age where sleep is getting hard and he has the occasional joint pain, he keeps 5mg indica gummies in his nightstand just for that. you joke that you never expected him of all people to be a stoner, but he insists it does wonders for his arthritis and his sleep has never been better.

sam: god, have you ever seen this man? of course he smokes. he always thinks he’s being slick too because he owns a cart, and doesn’t realize that people can still smell cart vapor. his cart is also evil and kind of makes you tweak a little bit. he’s gotten yelled at countless times by kent and jodi, both of which are profoundly against marijuana (though they both did and enjoy it in college). his cart was also at a concerningly low price at a smoke shop in zuzu city. he gets high essentially every night and keeps saying he needs a tolerance break but never sticks to it.

sebastian: though cigs will always be his number one, sebastian quite enjoys weed. he enjoys it the most in the form of bud obviously. he also has a bong that sam and abigail got for him that he will use when the three of them wanna have a smoke sesh. he smokes pot maybe about every 2-3 days so he’s a frequent user just not everyday. despite not being as frequent of a stoner as some may think his room still reeeeeeks of marijuana.

(sound alarming? i know. hear me out.)

reiner didn’t have amazing access to food when he was younger, being from a single parent household and living in what was basically a ghetto. when reiner saw his mother at the kitchen table, her brow furrowed and hands raking through her hair trying to figure out how she was going to feed her son for the next week, an eight year old reiner would scamper into the nearest wooded area or major road and forage for a rabbit or deer carcass. he’d place it onto the kitchen table, a huge smile on his face, proud of the fact that he and his mother would eat for another few days thanks to him.

this skill wouldn’t exactly help with his marriage later on in life.

you’d come home from a long day at work to a pleasant smell coming from the kitchen. the aroma of various spices and vegetables wafted through your house, and placing down your bag, reiner comes through the doorframe.

“hey there”, he said, smiling at your tired face. “i made something for you ‘cause i knew you’d be home on the later side.”

you hug reiner, and feel his arms squeeze around your waist in return. getting on your tip toes, you place a kiss on his cheek, and you feel the muscles in his face flex into a grin.

“thank you”, you sighed. “whatcha cookin?”

reiner walks into the kitchen as you follow. “oh, just a stew that my mom taught me to make when i was living in liberio.” taking a bowl out of the cupboards, he serves you some soup. you can see chunks of carrot, potato, tomato, and meat floating in the stew. you take a bite.

“that’s nice, actually”, you reply, swallowing your food. “i wasn’t aware that you’re such a chef.”

reiner chuckles. “one of the few things i know.”

you bite into a piece of browned meat. “is this…beef? no, it’s too lean for beef. pork? veal?”

“rabbit”, reiner replies. “or maybe squirrel. i don’t know. i couldn’t tell.”

you squint, and abruptly stop chewing. “what do you mean you couldn’t tell? don’t they label them at the market?”

“didn’t find it at the market”, says reiner, grabbing himself his own bowl of stew. “went walking along one of the backroads today and found it.”

“how cute”, you squeal. “you killed a rabbit just for me!”

“it was already gone by the time i got there”, reiner replies, putting a spoonful of soup in his mouth. “think it got hit by a car or something.”

you suddenly feel your airway constrict in shock, and choke up some of the stew that you abruptly spit into your napkin. coughing, you run to the sink to pour a glass of water and begin to chug. reiner watches in slight horror as you struggle.

“too spicy?” he asks. “sorry. i think i put too much pepper in there. or maybe it was the onion…”

you cough another time, and look back at reiner with a scarred expression on your now pale face. “are you telling me…you put fucking roadkill in my soup?”

“is there something wrong?” reiner retorts. “hey, gotta use what ya got—“