Jatoi’nae made her way into Half Baked 2, clutching her phone tightly as she ignored the incoming call that made the device vibrate in her palm. “Oh it’s loud in hea’, like Meek Mill loud.” A lively giggle followed her sentiments as she approached the display of different strains, her dark brown orbs scanning the selection carefully. “You ever tried Tiger Piss before?” JT asked the person beside her.

“Freak shit? I was talking about how high it gets you, nasty. Get ya’ mind out the gutta’.” Jatoi’nae made up her face for a moment before chuckling as she finished breaking down the weed. She then picked up the pack of backwoods and opened them, sorting through the cigars until she found the darkest one. Carefully unwrapping the tobacco leaf, JT dumped the guts out in the corner of the tray. “Thank you. I’ve been good though, business is boomin’. I can’t complain when God keeps blessing me. I’m just waiting to see how the song does and go from there.” She answered honestly, still in state of disbelief that she was now actively pursuing a music career. Shaking the thoughts from her head, JT held the wrap flat in the palm of her hand as she sprinkled on the grated buds. “Anything new with you? How’s lil man?”

Jatoi’nae made her way into Half Baked 2, clutching her phone tightly as she ignored the incoming call that made the device vibrate in her palm. “Oh it’s loud in hea’, like Meek Mill loud.” A lively giggle followed her sentiments as she approached the display of different strains, her dark brown orbs scanning the selection carefully. “You ever tried Tiger Piss before?” JT asked the person beside her.

“They can call it whatever they want if it’s gon’ get me right like everyone been sayin’.” Jatoi’nae replied, shrugging her shoulders as she walked over to the glass display of wraps, grabbing a pack of Honey Berry Backwoods. “You don’t gotta bash somethin’ before you try it, hater.” She remarked as she sat down at a near by table, setting the materials she collected on the table. “Well it’s good thing I don’t smoke to remain sober then, huh? How’s your day been so far?” Jatoi’nae inquired as she opened up the jar and took out a few of the vibrant nuggets of the strain and set them on the tray in front of her to break them down.

Jatoi’nae made her way into Half Baked 2, clutching her phone tightly as she ignored the incoming call that made the device vibrate in her palm. “Oh it’s loud in hea’, like Meek Mill loud.” A lively giggle followed her sentiments as she approached the display of different strains, her dark brown orbs scanning the selection carefully. “You ever tried Tiger Piss before?” JT asked the person beside her.

Having received an answer to her question, Jatoi’nae look over to the figure she noticed from the corner of her eye. Her eyes rolled out of habit at the young man’s response. “See thats how I KNOW you be smoking reggie.” Jatoi’nae teased as a chuckle fell from her lips. “It’s an exotic strain. A cross between Cat Piss and Tiger Milk, it’s sativa dominant. I been hearing about so that’s what I’m about to try.” She stepped forward and picked up the small jar with the infamous ‘Tiger Piss’ logo. “What about you? What’s your pick?”

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ANULI’S eyes danced over the crowd of people entering the casino as she made sure everything was running smoothly and as scheduled. Grabbing a glass of wine from the passing server to sip on as she decided to mingle within the crowd. “Y’all ready to raise some bets, I hope y’all ain’t scared out here ‘cause I need y’all to stay for the surprise.” She spoke with a laugh as she looked to the person closest to her.

Deepening her grin, Jatoi’nae raised her glass to her sister. A chuckle left her lips as she listened closely to the toast Anuli recited. “And may we excell in this and everything else we choose to do. Because, girl, period!” Jatoi’nae exclaimed as she brought her glass towards Anuli’s glass, tapping it lightly before taking a quick sip. “Baby, drunk already got me. I’m shaking like I work at Rodeo.” She remarked, shaking her head as a low chuckle followed her words. “You better ketchup, no mustard.”