Pacifist ♡ tlou2

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"Eugene? you down here old man?"
I hear my grandpa coughing his lungs out as a reply.
"Hey! You started without me!" as I continued down the second flight of steps into the basement i could here him laughing.

"Sorry empress but you shouldn't leave the elderly waiting. *cough* *cough*"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the smoke still causing his lungs to compress.
"Or maybe you should leave the smoking to the pros gramps." I grabbed the bong from his wrinkled hands and the lighter off the brown old dusty couch, then I took a hit.

I noticed the smile on my grandpa's face as I exhaled and couldn't help but mirror his expression. "You finally stop coughing old man?"
"Guess I just needed to show you how it's done huh?" I was awarded his loud boisterous laugh in response. "I've been doing this shit since vhs tapes came out young lady! You think your showing me?" My smile grew bigger as he snatched the bong from my hands and took another hit.
Only to start hacking again.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at my poor old pappy trying to hide his coughs. He started laughing as well the best he could, loud and infectious as always. "Okay *cough* maybe im- *cough* *cough* getting too old for this shit" I looked up at him as I finished rolling up a joint. "You once told me you'd 'Never be too old to get high' what happened to that?" He proceeded to slowly turn to the side and lay back on the old couch hearing the springs and wood creak and groan beneath him.

He then pulled out a little squirt bottle and dropped some water into his reddened eyes. "Did I say that? Must of been too high to remember" he said with a chuckle. He passed me the bottle and I did the same seeing as I had already finished my joint and we would have to get back to Jackson soon.

"Alright empress you lock up and I'll get the horses" he told me this all the while not moving and inch. I got up though and started to lock up anyway. After I finished I circled back to the couch. "Gramps?.......Gramps?!.....not again!" He was fast asleep and if anyone knew one thing about my grandfather besides his drug habits, it would be that he sleeps like the dead.

I shook my head with a light chuckle at his usual behavior. I decided not to bother trying to wake him, considering how rarely it actually worked. Picking up some old notebook I ripped out one of the yellowing pages and scribbled a note for him when he wakes, making sure to do a little doodle of him passed out with drool dripping down the side of his face and left it on his chest. Now thats all done, i started jogging upstairs to lock everything up there.

Grabbing my horse took no time. On my way back to Jackson with some extra goodies (courtesy of gramps). My mind couldn't help but delight in the thoughts of the dance tonight. Especially because we're all gonna have a little session before, at Ellie's,   

Ellie.

That girls something else. Just thinking about her made my smile traverse the regions of my face to each of its ends.  I stood watching the big pearly gates to the safe haven that Jacksonville is, open. Once I brushed past patrol, offering a shallow nod at Jesse as I rode by to the stables and handed Opal over. After she was in her stall I fed her an apple and brushed her mane. Once I was finished with that I headed back out only to be stopped by none other then my favorite, stubborn little red head!