#river.leaf

he had done a little bit of extra work during the night. just enough to get him through the week, and still be able to get himself some nice meal that wasn’t mcdonald’s this week. the pay at the shop wasn’t bad, but it didn’t suffice for river’s expensive taste of beer, and fish and chips he was craving that week. “i’m taking ten,” he yelled to his coworker, who wanted to say something back, but river was far gone to the back alley of the mall, where he pulled a pre-rolled joint and put it between his lips. after a little bit of searching, river pulled out his lighter, and took a long first drag, only then realizing he was not alone in the alley. “it’s been a long day, yeah?” he asked, hoping for some sympathy, despite it being just a few minutes after noon. he smiled, and held out the joint. “want some?”

he wasn’t sure about how he felt about being behind the leafwell table. he did them a favor, for the most part, and it was a favor in which he favored himself at the same time, but being the one to offer the goods felt a little bit like overstepping. still, he liked to use his advantages to hang out with them when he had some time off between shifts. he had been around orwell and others before, but he was happily surprised to see leaf in the tent in that moment. he hadn’t seen him yet, or at least river hoped he hadn’t, because in his head, he had this perfect little scene of him running and catching him off guard. which of course depended on river’s ability to run smoothly in uneven grounds, but it all somehow worked like magic, because something about leaf was almost magical and special.