<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Setting foot in Ronnie's main flat in the condo resulted in the immediate image of Leon doing pushups while Nikki stood atop his back. One, two, three ─ the movements looked quite casual even though the large male was starting to glisten slightly. How long had they been at it? There was no telling, really. "Eighty-two! Give 'er two! Eighty-four! Give 'er more!" Leon chanted. "Eighty-five! Keep it alive! Eighty-six! Give 'er the dick!" he continued. Leon only stopped at number 87, when he realized the others had finally returned. "Oy, what sort of time do you call this? Been keepin' King Don from us?"

At the same time, Donnie was lowering his bags and tossing a pack of rolling papers onto the coffee table. "This a normal day for y'all?" he asked while flopping onto the couch. He didn't waste much time before retrieving a single cigar, which he'd begin cutting the long way using only his fingernail. "So what kinda trees we lookin' at today? I got some papers right over there too, if you wanna do some joints," he said. At that time, Leon was only just pushing himself up from the floor. "I'll get the grass out. Got some Wedding Cake for ya' Don!" he answered, reaching for his bag.

[Apollymi]

The chanting and push-ups went for a little while after the arrival of Ronnie and Donnie. The question of girl trouble received a nod from Nikki as she continued that up-down hopping proving the man with a bit of resistance while he worked out. "Apparently, Sonia's not putting it on 'im," Nikki said knowing they'd all share information about such things anyway, and wondering what Ronnie's take on the situation would be. "We got snacks... enough for an army, hush up!~" she said. "Sonia's not a problem, unless you haven't shown 'er your cock..." Ronnie offered plainly as she placed her own bags down and collapsed into a comfortable armchair. "That's what I said," Nikki claimed as she hopped off her cousins back at number 87 so he could get up.

Just the same, Donnie himself seemed comfortable enough in the space to join everyone else, collapse on the floor and seemingly get ready to roll up. This was an interesting moment so, Nikki would set herself beside him and watch as a person who'd never seen such a thing before. "Kinda..." Nikki said about the activity of choice. "Definitely. Nik's been using the man like a jungle gym since she was born. I've walked in on this exact scene dozens of times~" Ronnie said enjoying her nature as the big sister with a casual chuckle. As she got comfortable she too would be watching the roll up. Only for Donnie to question the weed they were smoking and find out it was wedding cake. A relaxed Ronnie with her legs over one end of an arm chair looked over at the buff man with a raised brow, "Wedding Cake? You brought that... you trying to get someone laid? Last time I smoked that I had to leave, make some calls and spent the night in my other flat... mate," Ronnie claimed. Nikki listened attentively. "You guys are making me worry..." Nikki asserted, but it was her birthday and King Don was on the menu so perhaps it would be fine overall.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah, we can all see the snacks! But the pizza shouldn't have got here before you lot. The hell you been doin' with the King?" Leon asked as he rose and went into his bag. What he pulled out was an entire kilogram of marijuana, tightly wrapped into a brick. He'd be plucking bits out of it to separate onto one sheet of rolling paper, all for storage. In the meantime, he was hearing from Ronnie about how Sonia wasn't a problem... unless he'd yet to show her his cock. He'd heard enough of that today. "You lot. You know what year it is? I can't just be whippin' it out; Sonia's one of them uh..."

The hesitation in Leon's voice made Donnie attentive. He'd also taken a sheet of rolling paper just to store discarded tobacco from the cigar. As he straightened the remaining wrap, he looked up to the other male. "Tryna mack on white girls, ain't it?" he asked in good humor. "Yeah, that. She's one o' them!" Leon added. "I'm wit' it, bro. Can't help but be careful 'round the Mayonnaise Mafia. They'll do you in real quick if you get the wrong one," he said while reaching into that brick of weed for several pinches. Donnie stopped before putting it anywhere important to take a direct sniff of the product. "Damn, that's what I'm talkin' about! This shit gon' hit. You got it pre-ground nice too? Muhfuckers where I'm from be handin' out straight bud or straight shake. You da man, Lee," the musician complained lightly. Leon didn't know what to do with himself. Everything in his world halted immediately, even as he was already in the process of answering Ronnie. "You can thank me later, yeah? Nik said King Don wanted to smoke, she was smoking, I brought the good stuff for it!" he said just before the world turned upside-down. When it did, he froze entirely for several seconds. "You lot hear that? King Flippin' Don... said I got the good shit. He called me Lee! Nobody calls me Lee! Nobody but YOUNG SIMBA! One time for my New York sisters! One time for my New York hoes!" Once again, Leon had reduced himself to quoting King Don song lyrics. One might wonder if he did such a thing daily... and he certainly did. Only laughing a small amount, Donnie decided to address Nikki instead of... whatever madness that was. "No worries, ma. Ain't shit but a different kind of high. You hit it right, it won't do you wrong, feel me?"

[Apollymi]

Leon was questioning what Ronnie had been doing with 'the King' as he called him and Ronnie for her part in it, remained casually distant. "I was doing what I always do, helping. Speaking of, heads up Nik, I got something for ya'," she offered tossing her the box of condoms which Nikki caught and placed in her magic item box for later easy retrival. "Damn I wish I had one of those," she said about the storage space. "And don't say I didn't do you any favors~" Ronnie claimed, still not really explaining what she'd done but figuring Nikki would understand at least a little. "You're the best!" Nikki claimed seemingly pleased but she was willing to go ahead and relax with the rest of the group.

Beyond that there was apparently an entire reason that showing his cock wouldn't work. Ronnie simply rolled proping herself up on an elbow and staring at the large man while shaking her head. Donnie apparently cleared it up, fixing it with a statement of understanding and clear and pointed kind of address for white people that neither Nikki nor Ronnie had ever heard. Ronnie, chuckled and logged it away before speaking. "I said what I said. Can also guess you never asked Ryan how he... hopped down on her, huh? I know Sonia, if it doesn't work, call me and blame me. She won't hold it against you~" Ronnie said looking casually relaxed. At the same time, Nikki was looking at Donnie, "No, no... you don't get to roll right past that, Mayonnaise Mafia? Really, mate?" Nikki was gobsmacked, what kind of phrasing was that? Well as everything progressed and Donnie began the process of rolling a blunt, complimenting the weed and complaining about past experiences... Leon, was given, a new nickname and beyond that given compliments. Nikki gave the man the thumbs up when he stopped to realize it, and Ronnie only casually pointed seeming to have called the reaction herself. It would seem that Donnie, was mostly unbothered by the complete crazy fan-behavior happening around him. And spoke to Nikki about the goodness of a smoke. "Alright, I'm trusting you, mate," she offered pleasantly. "I haven't been this nervous since me first drink..." Nikki claimed, but King Don was in the building, she was about to be 21 and it'd been 7 years since she'd done something so outrageous... no time like the present to gain some new experiences.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie presumed the 'Sonia' they spoke of was a Caucasian woman who required a certain amount of care from people like them. On the other hand, Ronnie had some inside information that implied things would be a little different. Donnie, who was looking down into the blunt he was sprinkling weed into and missing the transfer of condoms between sisters, muttered an extended 'oh' after hearing about Sonia's dealing with Ryan, whom he'd heard about earlier. "Sound like a snowbunny to me," he said quickly. "Well Ryan's a wanker, innit? I still don't know if I believe he hooked up with her," Leon argued. At the same time, Donnie was pressured by Nikki about his form of address for Caucasians. "Pff!" he chuckled. "Never heard that one? There's a bunch of 'em out there. Mayonnaise Mafia or Mayo Sapiens, Casserolians. Shit, I called a group of 'em Alabaster Disasters in a freestyle last week. As long as they on that white shit, they gon' get the roast," he asserted.

With that, Donnie finally managed to eyeball about four grams in the forced curve of a cigar wrap. He held it by both ends, both forefingers lining up to the curl and beginning the rolling process gradually. Once the wrap began meeting itself, he began sweeping across it with his tongue just above the meeting point. All the while, Leon was staring in absolute awe. "That's one of them American blunts, is it? That's like five whole smokes!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, bro. Nice and thick too. Should be a good slow burn," Donnie replied. "King Flippin' Don! Rollin' my weed! Oy bruv, you can help me out with Sonia better than these slags here, yeah? You wanna go in for a banger?" Leon requested without even considering the ramifications of his own thoughts. Donnie could only quirk a brow as his tongue swept across the blunt again. "Huh? You mean like runnin' a train?" he asked. As he'd done before, Leon glanced in Ronnie's direction as if he expected a translation.

[Apollymi]

While Donnie rolled his blunt, the technical sibling trio were still busy discussing the girl known as Sonia. Ronnie had insider knowledge based on a passing working relationship with the girl in question and she'd be the one to say something initially about the commentary. "That's it, innit? I always forget that one, sounds wrong to me," Ronnie said about the term but in knowing what it meant confirmed the truth. At the same time, Nikki was hearing Leon complain once again about Ryan and scoffed, "I swear you never have anything good to say about your friend. I thought ya'll were mortal enemies for 5 years..." Nikki said about the term wanker being used constantly along with other such insults. "I can confirm that happened. No porkies for Ryan~" Ronnie said. Beyond that Nikki was soon on a receiving end of a whole dictionary worth of terms for a white person which made her laugh almost hysterically. "No way, alabaster disaster is mad~" she said appreciating the sound of it and finding it hilarious.

Beyond that point, everyone of the siblings in the room was soon watching Donnie roll a fat blunt. Nikki had never seen anything like it, but the action itself was something worth watching to her, because... well his tongue and fingers were moving in a way that kept her attention. Ronnie's eyes were drawn in similar fashion and both young women were entranced, hearing only the muffled sounds of Leon's speech which was another thing entirely. "Too easy," Ronnie muttered about the ability to poke fun at Leon, who ended up asking Donnie to help him with Sonia. Nikki gave the man a quick side eye, as context said they meant the same thing but she also waited for Ronnie to confirm. "Ya'll are talking about the same thing but... penny in the air," Ronnie uttered waiting to see how long it took even with someone like Nikki about to say something. "Bruv, you did not, just as King Don... MR. STEAL YOUR GIRL, to help you with a bird not even roosting with you yet? Are you a bloody nutter?" Nikki's fangirl was showing ever so slightly, but there was one more thing she could offer, though she hated to do it. "Before you go selling a girl to a superstar... hear me out, I don't usually tell people this because it goes against everything. But you're my big bruv so I'm gonna give you an indirect way to check, that will also attrack every other bird in a 10km radius... for a single article of clothing," Nikki said holding up a singular finger before she gave the only advice she could. "Gray sweatpants."

[Bloodedge]

"That's one of them white girls that only goes for us black folk, yeah?" Leon asked after the term 'snowbunny' was passed around. He wasn't familiar with it at all. Relatively speaking, Leon was quite the innocent individual, free of what some would call 'cursed tags' and such on the internet. Regarding his 'friend' Ryan, it only felt natural to call him a wanker. It also felt natural to hear Nikki's 5-year belief that they were mortal enemies. "That's exactly what it is, innit? He's my mate, yeah, but he's still a wanker. Couldn't be my mate if he wasn't one," he specified. Even Donnie paused upon hearing that one. "Pause," he muttered. More importantly to him, Nikki was laughing about one of the terms mentioned. As the progenitor of that one, Donnie was quite proud... though of course there were more. "Hell yeah. Alabastar Dis-as-ters, the bas-tards, Flour Rangers falling from the raf-ters, call 'em graf-ters 'cause they lookin' for a touch o' that tar brush, but paleface here got the gold star for makin' the tsar blush, now boy shush♪~" he recited as a quick excerpt from the earlier rap battle.

While Donnie repeated some impromptu lyrics of the past week, he finished rolling that blunt wrap around itself. He proceeded to bring the item toward his lips, which were promptly licked to provide moisture they would spread evenly along the final product. During that time, Nikki sent a tirade Leon's way about the moronic thing he was suggesting to King Don, of all people. Leon hadn't considered that; he was still riding the hype train of a fan experience in his mind. "Yeah, right you are. Didn't think about that," the man admitted. What kind of advice did Nikki have for him afterwards, though? Something detestable, apparently. She advised a pair of gray sweatpants ─ a type of clothing Leon didn't even own. Of course, he also didn't understand what the suggestion for. That much would be made obvious by his confused expression, while Donnie merely uttered a comment. "Damn. That shit dangerous if you got it like that."

[Apollymi]

"Yep, that's the one. Sonia wasn't really like that at first but... once a standard is acquired breaking it requires something better~" Ronnie stated honestly. It was the whole reason she only dated and had sex with black men for the earlier portion of her career, though she'd recently tried out a couple of others, as a few exceptions to the rules always existed. "I feel like it's crazy. Girl friendships don't work like that..." Nikki said her hands up in the air. But perhaps that was one of those gendered differences that would never be properly understood in both directions. Meanwhile Donnie said pause after Leon's speech and Nikki, while she managed not to comment on the oddity of the speech, did look at Leon with a raised brow. "Why pause?" she wondered, learning more slang today than she learned most things. And whether she got an answer to that immediately or not, she definitely would be tuning all the way into a freestyle set of lines she'd not heard before. A great rhyme scheme was connected along with several other references for white people she'd never heard before. "Yo! Brilliant mate. When was this? Did I miss this 'cause of fashion week?" she wondered. Normally she kept a pretty firm stalker type of grip on King Don releases.

At the same time, Ronnie was amused, figuring that if things went nuclear levels of wrong, Drake would be finding himself at the end of a roast he'd never come back from. "Music's gonna be great..." Ronnie mused. Meanwhile, Nikki was hyper focusing on the use of Donnie's mouth and tongue on that blunt. Maybe she should have gone for a bit more. And by the time she actually managed to look away... Ronnie was looking at her, a knowing twinkle crossing between the Corbyn girls that said they'd both decided something similar. They'd keep that between them and come back to it at a more appropriate time. Beyond that it would seem that they'd be helping Leon not make a bad decision. "Caught it. Didn't think you'd get it so quickly bruv," Ronnie congratulated carefully. Meanwhile, Leon himself didn't seem to understand the purpose of the grey sweatpants and looked actively confused, Nikki didn't want to say exactly, "It really is, birds will be crazy over that... whole flock of magpies," Nikki uttered, but it would be Ronnie who'd be more clear. "Gray Sweapants are the male equivalent of a slut uniform. Fashion designers would say the fabric isn't made to disrupt lines, but to be clear for a rockbrain like you... you can show off your cock, without pulling it out. No pressure~"

[Bloodedge]

"Sound right to me. You gotta watch out, though. Them types can get real crazy," Donnie added as he performed one final tongue sweep, twirling the blunt as he moved along it this time. When asked about the term 'pause' by Nikki, he pulled the blunt away entirely, seeming done with the task. "Shit suspect," he answered easily. Donnie was then digging into his pocket for a lighter, having to slide in his seat to straighten a bit. Deep pockets had him fishing around with half his forearm inside. Donnie worked it out by the time Nikki asked about the reason she'd missed lines of his. "Nah, I don't think so. It was just some white dude talkin' shit, tryna be black 'cause he could afford a pair of Jordans with daddy's pension and all that kind of shit. Just a quick lil' battle," he explained.

Nikki and Ronnie weren't the only ones watching that blunt roll so intently. Leon was right there with them, albeit for different reasons entirely. When it was over, he didn't choose silence like they did. No, he had something to say immediately. "Hell's wrong with you lot? Nobody gonna talk about that roll? 'Cause I want King Don rollin' every blunt or joint I ever smoke now, lookin' how smooth it is!" he said to compliment the other male's skills. "Shiiit, don't blow my head up for that. I picked up what I could off a Philly girl. I promise you my shit still trash," Donnie argued. On the topic of sweatpants, the grey ones specifically were referred to as a 'male slut uniform' that would put his cock on display without requiring a flashing. "The hell would I wanna do all that for? I don't wanna be no slut about it, specially if it's gonna get other broads in the way. I'd be better off just tellin' her I know King Don now!" he argued while Donnie himself ignited a lighter he finally managed to find, sweeping it under the finished blunt in quick lines. "Please don't do 'dat shit," Donnie said quickly. He liked Leon... but he knew how much 'snowbunnies' liked him. "Ay, so how we doin' this? Birthday girl first?"

[Apollymi]

For once, the Corbyn girls had a proper male perspective when they were trying to beat a thought into or out of Leon's head. What they also had in addition was backup for acknowledgement of the oddities of Leon's speech. "Oh, like that one... might use it. Well, probably definitely use it,'cause, well Leon," Nikki confirmed. Meanwhile Ronnie remained in her relaxed position. "Could just trust the girl who talks with and works with her, who may have accidentally even been the start of all this~" Ronnie pointed out but she knew the lad had rocks for brains and would trust nothing until something actually worked. Beyond that Nikki learned that Donnie's most recently repeated lines were simply him...having gone in on some white dude at some point, for trying to take on the culture he definitely didn't immerse in properly. "Good, I would have hated to have missed something..." Nikki mentioned still she couldn't wait to see what came of King Don's next appearance in song.

Meanwhile, Leon was having a moment where he spoke in the silence left by the pair of young women. It would be Nikki to speak first, "Pause." she uttered, seeming to get an almost immediate use out of that one. Ronnie on the other hand was shrugging again, "I thought this was a fam friendly afternoon," she said as if that explained everything. At the same time, Donnie was claiming he wasn't even that good, that he'd simply picked up such a technique from his Philly based friend. "Ah, the one that does your hair? Dexterity has to be crazy~" Nikki praised a girl as she always would. Ah, but that kind of girl based praised wasn't allowed to stand on its own as Leon once again proved he had rocks in his head. "Bruv. Mate. DANDELEON POSTWICK!" Nikki started in on him. "You got more rocks in your head than the Tower of London. Mr. STEAL YOUR GIRL! What is she gonna call you for? To get to him? And then what? You're a bloody cuckhold!" she pointed out again. And even Donnie himself commented that he shouldn't do that thing, as he used flames to dry out that blunt. Nikki had reached maximum frustration, she reached into her magic box an pulled out three small swatches of material and made from them, a pair of looser fitting silk boxers, purple and grey with blue lotus flowers around the waist band. And a pair of sweatpants made from the comfortable velour material to fit him, she even made him a purple a-line tanktop to match the boxers... a habit of hers which had her creating things when she experienced strong emotions, like frustration for instance. "One more word outta you, yeah... and I'll put the lotus where your cock hangs and send ya' to her with one of these," she said shaking her fist in the air. "Wear this, by yourself, get the girl... not that hard. And if you don't get that girl, get another one... she'll call you back eventually that's how girls are. We would know!" Nikki said with Ronnie nodding along. "Right about that, and birthday girl definitely deserves the first one. we gotta be ready to help out when she chokes~" ]Ronnie claimed.

[Bloodedge]

The term 'pause' was accepted, understood, and even adopted with haste. The man named Leon had quite a few moments worthy of the statement. He definitely could have taken advice from Ronnie and been better off in his situation. What he shouldn't have done, was think involving Donnie was a good idea. Even though he tried to remain humble, Donnie knew that situation wouldn't end well at all for Leon. Even Nikki lost her cool in the moment, calling the man by his full name, much to Donnie's surprise. "Whatleon?" he questioned without thought. At the same time, Leon was having a pair of boxers and gray sweatpants forced into his possession. "Oy, you don't need to have a go at me like that! I figured, y'know... King Don, good for an ice-breaker..." he halfheartedly defended.

Beyond all the yelling, there was a threat from Nikki that involved punching Leon toward Sonia's location with a lotus over his cock, should he say something else moronic. Leon was fully prepared to argue further, but... there was a decent point made. Donnie even chimed in as he reoriented that blunt to prepare for lighting. "She right. Especially with that kind o' girl. They get to fiendin' after they know the BBC is in the room," he assured, having a few snowbunny related memories of his own. "Right... right, I'll give it a go. But I won't like it," Leon said in the end. With that matter seeming settled enough, Donnie put the blunt to his lips. "Birthday girl it is. C'mere, ma. You said you wanted to start with a gun?" he asked. "Straight to the lungs. Hold till it jumps. I'll hit you with somethin' light," he said before lighting. Donnie inhaled heavily to start. His cheeks hollowed. His mouth opened. He drew back what escaped from the opening, and his cheeks inflated slightly to hold what would be offered to Nikki whenever she approached.

[Apollymi]

A new word was incorporated and immediately used, but Leon wasn't done being so frustrating that Nikki actually lost her cool. It was always such a rare occurrence that someone like Ronnie was left snickering. What was more, she'd even lost it so hard that she'd said the man's full name. Which caused, Donnie to question what Leon's actual name was... "Ah, right... that one's a fun story, the short version is his mum's a nutter, wanted a little girl and she's the only one with a normal name. She has two boys, that one is Dandeleon~" Ronnie said seemingly amused by the situation. At the same time, Nikki had made the clothes she wanted the man to wear to meet his potential next conquest after fussing at him. And what she received was a half-hearted defense. "Not an ice-breaker, a showstopper. And you're the show. Now, hush, and do what I said," Nikki asserted with all of the bossy attitude of a girl who was definitely used to getting her way more often than not.

Eventually, Donnie was even backing up the women, giving his own perspective which seemed to finish the job of making Leon agree, though not without complaining. "Quit your bitchin'. King Don said it would work, shouldn't that be enough for you~" Ronnie asked the other man as if calling his fan attitude into question. Beyond that it was apparently now Nikki's turn, she settled in closer crossing over into Donnie's personal space, while nodding. "Yep!~ That's what I want!~" she said firmly. Well, no use in choking through another first experience like her first cigarette or even her first drink of hard liquor. Donnie gave an easy to follow list of instructions and it was exactly the sort of thing that Nikki would have needed. She made that approach close as she could after watching him draw that first hit... and she'd accept it from him. Ronnie watched the girl leaning over him from his right side and made a mental decision to encourage her younger sister a bit more when her turn came up. At the same time Nikki would be drawing down smoke to her lungs and holding it for about 7 seconds before she felt her lung twitch, at which moment she'd be exhaling.

[Bloodedge]

Leon's strange name was nothing to worry about where Donnie was concerned. He'd probably never heard stranger, but he wasn't going to judge someone for an unusual name. 'Lee' would be the name he used to address the man regardless. As for Leon himself, avoiding Nikki's ire was a high priority. He'd do as she said in some way, perhaps while putting his own spin on things. Whether it worked or not was up to fate. But, fate had been great to him lately. He was here now, about to be in a smoking circle with King Don of all people! Leon had to look on the brighter side of things.

Speaking of King Don, the man himself was preparing a second-hand hit for the newbie of their group. Nikki took her place to his right and leaned in. She'd receive for that movement Donnie's right arm wrapping around her waist as he exhaled right into her open mouth. There were some techniques one could apply to a shotgun, and though Donnie considered one to make things a little more interesting... Nikki had yet to acquire any experience getting high. He wasn't going to distract her from her first hit. Ah, but he was still right there when she exhaled. What would he do with that positioning? Donnie leaned in again to catch the smoke from her lips ─ as well as her lips themselves, just briefly. An inhale, a hold for several seconds, and then... Donnie exhaled as well, yet no smoke emerged when he did so. "There we go. If you're worried about it, give that one a minute to kick. See how you feel. If not..." Without saying another word, Donnie took another deep pull straight into his own lungs. He wouldn't be exhaling it for some time, unless Nikki decided she actually wanted a second one right away.

[Apollymi]

The oddity of Leon's name came with a gentle explanation but no extra commentary. The two Corbyn girls knew that Leon had actually lucked out in the grand scheme of things, his younger brother had a way worse name by far. But all of that was left to sit as they began the process of smoking a blunt with King Don. In this particular case, Nikki took that first hit as a gun, and let it go with less issues than she'd taken in other such situations. "Mmmmhmmm~" Nikki murmured as she exhaled and the smoke and her lips were captured in a moment she'd not expected. 'King Don, just kissed me!! AGAIN!! Happy Birthday!~' Nikki cheered for herself internally. Ronnie watched her sister with all the care of a smug guardian, pleased with a little one's progress.

And then, there came a choice. A second hit or not? Well... "I mean, the one thing I did know was puff, puff pass..." she said like someone cracking a secret code. And with that in mind, and mostly just because she wanted to put their lips back into closer proximity she leaned in for the second hit, with quite a bit more confidence than the first. With that, Nikki would be getting her second hit, with whatever extra flair was added, and only after all of that was done, would Ronnie be getting up to say, "Me next~"

[Bloodedge]

A kiss was such a simple thing. In some circles, it could be considered the norm for delivering a shotgun. In a moment of kind offering, Donnie presented the option to take or reject the immediate second hit. Whether Nikki wanted it or not, he'd enjoy half of that hit in his own lungs for a moment. Nikki knew the general rule of thumb for smoking circles despite being a virgin pot smoker. When she came in again, Donnie went straight for her lips. A few moments pressed together occurred before he opened his mouth, passing smoke into hers. With that, Donnie pulled back and exhaled from his lungs another 'ghosted' hit. "Huu~ good shit. I wasn't gonna hold you to the rules, but you got the grit girl~" he flirted lightly.

All the while, Leon was silently cheering. He'd seen Nikki and King Don kissing... and then doing it again! That wasn't necessary for a shotgun! 'He got her! She got him!' he chanted mentally, nearly bouncing out of his seat in excitement. "Ron. Ron, it's happenin'. I gotta get prepared," he said. Leon was going to need a suit for the wedding. Actually, he could probably just have Nikki make one; that would be fair. While Leon was mentally somewhere in the future, Ronnie was getting up to claim the next hit. "Aight ma, you got it. You didn't have to get up or nothin' though," Donnie asserted as he prepared to pass over the blunt.