On That Good Kush & Alcohol

Mack picked his phone up, making a quick call to his mother before he turned his head to glance at Sage. "My mommy said that she wants to meet you as soon as possible bro."

"I guess we can go now, man." He shrugged. It would be better to do it now than when he was having withdrawal tomorrow.

Mack glanced over at him, taking a moment to consider this. He knew his mother hated when he did drugs. He would be so bummed if the women disliked Sage because of the pot, let alone the fact he had just snorted a few lines of cocaine.
"I dunno man, coke getting to you?"

"I'm fine." Sage waved his hand. "The pot mellowed me out a bit." He nodded.

Mack raised his eye brows skeptically, he really was unsure about taking Sage to meet his mother while he was high. Plus his mother would be suspicious of him getting one so soon.
"I dunno bra, still a bit wack."

"Whatever you say man." Sage shrugged lightly. "I'm a bitch when I'm not high." Especially lately with the withdrawal so bad.

"Bra, your a b*tch all the time.". Mack grinned in amusment, his green eyes sparking with trouble. "I like your b*tch arse though Sagie-poo."

"What did I say about caling me Sagie Poo?" Sage laughed softly, grinning over at his friend nevertheless.

"I don't remember man...". And he truly didn't, the drugs made him very forgetful, so much so that it was pitiful.

"I said don't do it." Sage chuckled, lying back on the couch, an arm slung around Mack's shoulders.

"Oh...". He chose to ignore it, pressing his face into Sage's neck. "Ever done any acid man?". He was already looking for the next high.

"Nah, I stick to coke." He nodded, a smirk on his lips though as he watched Mack. "You do it?"

"Man, I do anything for a good high." Mack snuggled closer to Sage, the marajuana slowly forcing his eye lids to droop. He lived for the magic of drugs.

Sage pressed Mack closer to himself as he yawned. His body had grown a tolerance to the cocaine, and now it didn't even really give him the same high, but it took away the withdrawal symptoms and that was all he needed. He was just feeling the relaxing effects of the marijuana.

"So bra....". There was a pause as Mack tried to gather what he had been trying to say. He failed miserably, and instead of remembering his words, he decided he was starving. "You know man. Food sounds good man."

Sage chuckled lightly as he looked at Mack.
"Yeah, I could go for some food." He decided, nodding his head as he looked around.

Mack lazily rolled over, his eyes scanning the room. "Might be some grub in the kitchen bra.". He didnt seem to conserned with it. "Would your family feed us?"

"Yeah, dinner should be soon anyways. Dad'll be expecting me home." Sage nodded lightly. He had thought about calling his father already.

"Can I steal some grub offa ya then?". Mack smiled goofily, even though he really didn't have a reason to. He was simply pleased.

"Sure man. We can head over there now." Sage nodded lightly, his eyes glazed as he stood up, offering a hand to Mack.

Mack took his hand, standing on wobbly legs. He had not planned on even leaving his home today but when food was concerned nothing could deter him "Bra, will ya promise me something?" He sounded as if he were floating on a cloud, not even in this world.

"Sure man. What do ya want?" Sage arched an eyebrow at his friend.

"I want you to not let your dad kill me." Mack ran a hand through his deep red locks. "I hear a lot of things bra, and most of them are pretty bad about your dad."

"Dude, he won't kill you. Don't worry man. I wouldn't let him." Sage shook his head. He was confident even if Quincy got pissed and tried to harm Mack, that his brother's would try and help keep him off. Especially Aaron. Aaron had always been there for him, from the time Quincy had adopted him.

"Alright Sagie-Poo..." Mack shrugged, if he died he would die high. He reached down to take Sage's hand and then proceeded to make his way from the home. "And when we get back, I want a blowjob."