Characters: Leon and Apple
Setting: The woods near campus, evening
Content: NSFW- Drug use and language
Summary: Leon's attempting to make a homemade pipe when Apple wanders onto the scene.

The nice thing about the weekend was that he could get off campus for a little while, do some much needed shopping, like getting a gift for Avery, and a little 'pick me up'. Normally he'd have made a visit to Sim, but considering his lack of cash Leon had to think outside the box a little. That meant venturing into the muggle world, at least for now. He'd carefully cut some papers from his notebooks, making sure they were the approximate size and shape of normal U.S. currency, for conducting a bit of trail and error transfiguring. The first real test of his work had been when in one of the shops, were he'd passed off one of his fake twenties for soda.

Feeling more confident in the work he'd down, he'd left the shop and decided it was time to get to his serious shopping goals from there. From there he'd made another stop in a shop for Avery's gift, before putting more serious thought into the real reason he'd ventured out into the city. He had to admit that finding a dealer wasn't as hard as he'd thought it would have been. The hard part, really, was keeping himself from pissing on himself thanks to nerves. Most of his walk had involved nervously looking about for cops, giving people that passed him on the street suspicious, critical glares as he came nearer and nearer to a dealer's corner. Then came the whole deal of convincing the guy to sell to him, which was harder than he'd expected. Still, his nerves kept firing off, causing him to look around as he talked before quickly passing off some fake bills and pocketing his score.

The whole trip back to campus after that had been a little worse, even. Because now he wasn't just sporting the last of his faked twenties, but bag of crank as well.

But now he was back on campus, and left with the task of figuring out just what to do with this new drug of choice. The dealer had promised that the crank was a good bang for his buck, better than to cocaine, and a lot cheaper at that. Still, the problem that arouse for him was how to take it. His phone was shut off, his mother being good on her word about cutting him off completely, so there was no way to text Sim or anyone else to ask. Even if he had his phone, he supposed that asking Sim would have caused a bit of friction. He'd never bought from someone else, and how would his go to dealer take that?

So he'd taken a trip back to his room, and a quick google search before he'd ventured out into the woods to sit and think as he attempted to make his own pipe. Next time, he thought, he needed to be sure to get the fucking powder.

Tags: apple evans, leon shaw