Synn and Sister

She took a big hit off of weed, and slowly exhaled it, forming O smoke rings. Her eyes were a bit glazed over already, and she was in her happy place. She knew 'Lexa would eventually find her. She always did... Somehow... Looking up she'd flip off the sun (and possibly their Father), blaming him for the fact that she always got found by her twin.

It was nice and peaceful here, in the Forest. Nothing trying to kill her, nothing trying to get her to do anything. Because, ew, work. Why should she do any of it? Let Alexa did all the work. She didn't seem to mind.

She'd giggle as she hallucinated Alexa dressed up like a Reindeer. "You're a naughty girl. Aren't you?"

Alexa sighs as she looks at her sister. "You're baked again aren't you? What are you seeing me as this time?" Alexa was really dressed in some jeans and a yellow sweater.

She'd continue to giggle. "You're a slutty Rudolph. You are sooo bad. I can't believe you're walking around like that. Hopefully Dad doesn't see you, he might blind us in a fit of irritation. Though I kinda wanna know what he'd say. Probably something about how 'You don't need to dress like a slutty creature and worship False God Santa, and that only he, Apollo, deserves worship. Cause, like, he's soooo cool.'

She'd giggle more. "This is a good look for you, ironically"

Alexa sighed again. "Damnit, Ali." She then flicked her sister's forehead. "Why are you imagining me slutty?"

She'd blink and glare at the flick, then giggle again. "Cause if I imagine you in a regular Reindeer outfit, I have to wonder if you're in the front or the back!" Yeah, let's go with Slutty is better here... "Then I'd also wonder who else is in the costume with you." She'd finish off the Jupiteris Kush that's she'd gotten from a Pen Pal at Camp Jupiter, having traded him some Dionysus Kush that she'd gotten off of Mr. D's daughter, Serenity. Where Serenity had gotten it, she hadn't said, and Synn didn't exactly think it would be in anyone's best interest if she asked...

"You gotta lighten up, not be so uptight and hoity toity all the time!"

Alexa glared at her. "I wouldn't if you didn't smoke all the time and never let me have any. Honestly you make no sense sometimes."

"Hey, only one of us needs to be addicted... You can find your own vice." She'd glower at her sister. "If you'll recall, you left me at that drughouse while you went to find food. You pretty much set me on the path of becoming an addict!"

It hadn't been the finest moment for either of them, as they had made their way to Camp Half-Blood on the quest for Safety. Alexa had nearly gotten shot, and Synn had nearly tried cocaine instead of weed. Unfortunately, the strain of weed that she'd been given was extremely potent and she'd had intense cravings. In her Weed-caused hallucinations, she'd actually managed to accidentally destroy the only known sample of that strain. So she considering it half a win. She was alive, but addicted. But wasn't addicted to a Super-Strain. And Alexa hadn't been shot.

Alexa shakes her head and flops backward onto the soft dirt. "Sometimes i hate you."

"And the rest of the time, you either love me or tolerate me." She'd stand up and act like she was going to flop onto Alexa, but instead just sat down near her. "So, what did you get Dad for the Holidays? I got him another Mirror."

/me shrugs. "I got that deadbeat nothing."

"That's okay. I forged your signature anyways."

"Wow, nice." She then poked alisynn.

"I am being poked. Why am I being poked. Why so pokey, 'Lexa?"