Afternoon High - Ben Attn: Any

[Ben Patridge]

Ben was still trying to figure out what was going on with his sister, but there really wasn't much he could do about it now. She'd been gone till decently late the day before and when he'd asked her about her date or whatever it was with Cole, she hadn't really said much at all. He wanted to talk to Izzy about it but hadn't really had the chance yet. Oh well, he'd get there eventually. For now, Ben was on a mission.

Ben liked to keep a stash of weed along with a little bowl in his car. Ben had always smoked a lot, more so than his sister or anyone else he knew. Sure he was accused of being a pothead at times but he didn't really care. It was fun and he had plenty of access to it, especially being in Venice Beach where it seemed to be sold even more so than other places, so he didn't really care what anyone else thought.

Ben got into his car, and took a few hits...not too many, just enough to give him a little high that would get him through the afternoon and then stashed the evidence in his glove box. He got out of his jeep and headed back towards the school building. However, since he was rather high--after all, he'd only finished smoking a minute or two ago--he walked right into someone. "Oh...sorry," he said, taking a step back. Luckily his sunglasses hid his dilated pupils from smoking.

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[Syn Madison-Jones]

Syn was heading towards the convenience store across the street when she found herself smack up against a blonde that smelled strongly of reefer. She smirked. "Hey its okay, who hasn't rammed into someone else when they're stoned. I am just jealous cause it smells righteous," she said in her rather husky voice.

Today Syn was in cut off shorts over a pair of torn lace stockings and a ripped Flyleaf tee that was slipping off one shoulder. Her chucks were as ragged as the rest of her outfit. "Hey I am Syn by the way, I just started a couple days ago. I just moved here to be with my Dad and half-brother from New York City. I could use a source... can you help me out?"

Syn looked over the boy that stumbled into her and her smile widened. He was cute in an oddly innocent way that contrasted with his current condition. "So you got a name, angel?" she asked, her eyes flashing with amusement. He was clearly no angel even if he looked like one.

[Ben Patridge]

Ben took a moment to register the pretty girl in front of her. She looked kind of like a punk rock sort of chick which was a contrast to the surfer type girls he normally hung out with, but the look sort of worked to her. When she called him out on being stoned however, he almost panicked for a moment before she admitted she was not only cool with it, but jealous. Ben smiled. He could always appreciate a girl that liked to smoke.

She went on explaining how she was new in town and could use a pot hook up. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ben," he said. He never introduced himself with his real name--in fact most people didn't even know that his legal name wasn't Ben. He'd come up with Ben himself when he was younger by taking letters out of his first and middle name and it had thankfully stuck. Even his parents had started calling him it. "I'm not really a dealer or anything, but I do have some more in my car," he admitted. "Come on," he said taking her by the wrist and leading her back to his jeep. He could probably hook her up with his usual dealer if she wanted, but at the same time he wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. The guy was cool and all but he'd always hit on Eden a lot which was why Ben was the one who dealt with him most of the time.

He pulled out his keys and hit the unlock button and got back into his jeep. He already had a pretty decent high but maybe he'd take another hit or two if she was gonna smoke. Once she was in the car, he opened up the glove box and grabbed the plastic baggy full of weed. "I don't have any rolling paper, but I do have my bowl if you don't mind that," he said grabbing his tiny green and blue glass bowl.

"So, you're from New York?" he asked as he handed her the weed and pulled out his lighter. "New York's pretty cool but I don't think I could ever live there because it doesn't really have a beach," he commented. Aside from smoking up all the time, Ben loved surfing. He surfed almost every day...even in the cold weather...as long as the conditions were decent, he was usually out there every morning at dawn.

[Syn Madison-Jones]

Syn looked around before following Ben to his car. He didn't look like he had enough power behind him to hurt her and he was pretty cute so she was willing to risk being alone with him. "I prefer a bowl myself," she said with a grin. She hated burning her lips to get the last of the weed. "I have a really nice bong, but it's too big to carry around safely, especially now with all the security checks." Syn packed the bowl and leaned over with it against her lips so he could light it for her. She inhaled hard to get the flame kindled and held the smoke in with her eyes closed as she passed it to her benefactor.

When she finally released the smoke, she could feel the dizzy, light-headed feeling that came with the beginning of a buzz. "So you surf? I don't even swim. Where I came from it was only at the Y you could swim. There were always all these old people there doing aquacize and crap. Really not my scene. I used to watch those old movies though... Frankie and Annette. It's hard to believe I am in California now. I should probably learn to swim."

[Ben Patridge]

Ben was too stoned to realize that the act of dragging some girl he just met to his car could be perceived as scary. In his mind he was just taking her to have some pot and she seemed to come willingly so he didn't really see a problem in her methods. "Yeah, I got a bong at home too, but its too big to really hide in my car so I just leave the bowl in here," he said with a shrug. It was easier than always having rolling papers around. He preferred a bong because sometimes the bowl would burn his throat after a few hits but, but it was a risk that he was willing to take for the sweet, sweet high he was now used to having.

"Yep, every day practically," he said, a slow smile creeping across his lips as he thought about surfing. Surfing and weed were probably his two favorite things, aside from his family and friends of course. "Don't know how to swim...man, that sucks. You should really learn," he commented although part of him wondered if she was too old to learn. He didn't know if there was an age cut off. He'd been in the water since he could walk practically so he couldn't imagine not being able to swim. "You have a pool?" he asked. "I do, but a lot of people in LA have pools since its pretty warm all year round," he said. Sure if got cold in the winter months but cold for LA was still warm for the rest of the country, besides Florida maybe. He'd been to Miami once in January and that was really hot--didn't even need a wetsuit in the water.

He sat slouched down in his seat just sitting there for a moment as he felt the munchies come on. "Man, I need lunch," he said. "You wanna get some food? I have a bag of chips in the back, but I think my sister opened it so they're probably stale," he commented, not that he minded. He probably would eat the stale chips if he waited too long without eating.

[Syn Madison-Jones]

"Maddog has one of those hookah things with several pipes, I have been horribly tempted to try it but I haven't had any weed since I moved here. It seems rather romantic and mysterious. I could imagine being in a sultan's tent with the rest of the harem having a smoke or maybe with the sultan.

"Maybe sometime you could teach me? I think there is a pool in the health club in our building. I know they have saunas and jacuzzis, but then we have one of those on our balcony. You should come to visit sometime," Syn invited him casually.

"Food sounds really good, is there someplace nearby. Maybe a Chinese Buffet?" If there was anything she could 100% count on it was that she would get the munchies while smoking. "I'm really in the mood for egg rolls and dim sum dumplings. I have money if you don't," she offered with a grin.

[Ben Patridge]

"Yeah, I have a hookah," Ben said. "I put weed it in sometimes but usually prefer my bong. I can hook you up with my dealer if you want. My dad's friend grows it himself and then I buy it off his son," Ben explained. "It's good stuff. But when I'm 18 I'll go to a doctor and get it medically. My parents can't do that because of their jobs, it would look bad if anyone knew they got medical marijuana cards," he explained. His parents did both smoke though, just not as much as he or Eden did. They probably did when they were younger though. Why else would his dad be good friends with someone who grew pot?

"Uh...yeah, I could do that," Ben offered, wondering if he actually would. She was really pretty but Ben was also really stoned. He'd have to remember to get her number otherwise he'd probably forget her name. He remembered it now because it was unique enough. If her name was Christine or Jen or something he probably would have forgotten it by now. "Where do you live?" he asked, wondering about her talking about living in a building. Not many people lived in apartments in LA unless they were poor but he didn't think she was because if she was she wouldn't have a jacuzzi and sauna on her balcony. Maybe she lived downtown or in one of those really fancy apartments off by The Grove.

"Oh, Chinese," Ben said, smiling slowly. He'd just been planning on loading up a tray of food in the cafeteria, but now all he wanted was Chinese. "I know a place," he said. He buckled up and put his key in the ignition and started to drive. He kept driving until he got to this Chinese buffet he knew that was about 10 minutes away from school. He let Syn keep smoking on the way. He thought that it was pretty cool that she was willing to smoke and go to lunch with him when they just met. He parked and got out of the car and silently reminded himself to ask for her number.

[Syn Madison-Jones]

Syn was getting pretty stoned, but she had been smoking long enough that she could control her behavior really well. The scent and the pinkish tint to her eyes were another matter, but she had perfume and eye drops to help with those as well.

"My dad has the penthouse floor at the Union lofts on the corner of 8th and Hill streets. It's a pretty big place cause he rents the whole floor which used to be three apartments that are now all interconnected, One we live in, one he turned into a music studio and the third is storage, but he is going to make them into hobby rooms I think. My half-brother, Dare wants to learn to make stringed instruments so he needs a workshop," Syn said, just assuming that Ben would know who they all were.

Syn carefully got out of the car when it was parked. Her head was spinning, but she managed to walk straight with no stumbling. After his offer to hook her up she was feeling affectionate and she gave him a hug. "You're a very nice boy," she said with a grin. "Cute too!"

[Ben Patridge]

"Oh cool," Ben said. He wasn't too familiar with downtown so didn't know the Union Lofts but took for granted that they were some of the nice parts of downtown. 8th and Hill was that a nice part? Ben couldn't remember. It had been awhile since he'd been there, mostly because he didn't have any friends downtown so didn't really have a reason to go there most of the time. Ben was very much the LA kid that liked to stay inside his little bubble, sticking mostly to hanging out in Venice while traveling to Malibu for Jett and Izzy and occasionally his dad when he was actually around. "Sounds pretty sweet," he said simply. He of course had no idea who the people were that he was talking about...well Dare, Ben was pretty sure he was the kid with really long hair. He'd heard someone say something about his dad being some rockstar or something but Ben couldn't remember which one and coming from famous parents himself, he hadn't asked because he knew he hated when people hounded him about his parents.

Ben grinned when she hugged him and called him cute. "Thanks," he said, "you're pretty cute too," he blurted, mostly because he was high and she'd said it first. "Let's go eat massive amounts of Chinese food," he said taking her hand and leading her inside. Ben didn't really have much game when it came to girls which was mostly the reason while he didn't get them very often. Had he put in the effort he'd probably be much more successful but he rarely did. He usually let them come to him which wasn't always the best tactic since it often ended up with him being very very single. Not that Ben minded most of the time, after all, all his friends were single. But that seemed to be changing, leaving Ben alone a lot more which he didn't really like.

He walked into the restaurant and the hostess gave them a curious look as if she was wondering why they were there in a middle of a school day but Ben just grinned and she sat them anyway. Someone took their drink orders and then they were allowed to hit the buffet. Ben had completely lost tack of time, so while they weren't late yet, he was not paying attention to it what-so-ever, as if getting back to school was not a priority to him at all. He hit up the buffet, piling on as much food as he could possibly fit on his plate as if seconds weren't allowed even though being a buffet they could go back up as much as they liked. But Ben was a teenage boy, and teenage boys could often eat their weight in food plus some without gaining an ounce.

Ben smiled at Syn as they settled back at their booth with their food. "So, how are you liking LA so far?" he asked as he stuck his fork into a piece of orange chicken.

[Syn Madison-Jones]

Syn's plate was full too though it couldn't compete with Ben's. She could probably eat that much, but she was more likely to take more trips to the buffet, cause she didn't like it cold and couldn't eat so fast. She liked to try a little of everything before she went for large quantities. She sat and took a sip of Coke. "I like it a lot. Its certainly warmer," she said, shivering for a moment. She had been living in an alley when she finally lifted a wallet that had a credit card with a limit that allowed her to travel out west.

"My dad is a lot better than my mother too. She is a real religious freak, makes life really uncomfortable. I am glad to be living with him now. He is a lot better than she described him to me," she explained as she ate some chicken lo mein. She did pretty good time with the food and excused herself to go back for more.