#tenfourone

Skyn leaned on the brick wall behind the venue.  He’d just did some DJ’ing and on-the-spot mixing for a real rager, his equipment was safely tucked in the back of his truck and now that he was done working for the night and his wallet was fat with cash he just wanted to relax a little. 

So he started rolling a joint, obviously. A few lungfuls of Blue Dream would do the trick for the time being then he’d hit up a party and score some groupies and E; a typical Skynwalker night that would likely end with him passed out half naked in a stranger’s bathtub.

He puffed for a couple minutes before he noticed someone a few feet away. Being the hospitable Canadian man he was and of course not knowing it was a cop, he held out the spliff with a lazy grin.