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"You didn't have to say it, I just know what you're like, and what your views are. You're like, The Man personified, dude. Come on," Tatum replied, eyes rolling. She was less worked up than Sera, but she was still getting irritated. It was a shame that her sister was one of the only people she ever lashed out at; it was like all of her tension from being the token wimp all year just manifested at once, and it was never pretty.
"I never said I was a doctor, but I plan to be, in case you forgot? And I, for one, will not be one of those doctors who condemns marijuana use. Particularly not medicinal marijuana. Hell, medical weed is even more potent than this! If the government prescribes stronger shit, don't tell me that half a gram of skunk is really going to hurt me," the redhead explained, fiddling with the joint still held in her hand.
Watching Sera get comfy, it was clear that she wasn't going to budge, and Tatum had no desire to pick her up and physically throw her out of the room. That had worked pretty well when they were kids, but they were bigger now, and besides.. even back then, she had needed Rath to help lifting her. Plus it always got them grounded.
"If you're not going, you've been fairly warned," Tatum sighed, standing up and going to her bedroom door. She gave it a shove, making sure it was shut, before turning the simple lock on the knob. It was easy to pick from out there, if you wanted to, but it had never been an issue. Only Sera had ever picked it. She moved over to the window, opening it wider, and lighting a stick on incense in the holder on her desk.
Flopping back into the chair, she put the joint between her lips, flicking her lighter and blazing up. "Last chance, smoke it or get out," she murmured.
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