violet and chloe in seattle?

"Yoooo, these edibles are dope as fuck."  I stumbled down the street, aviator sunglasses shielding me from the bright Seattle sunlight.  "I can't feel my legs."

At my side, Chloe giggled and shrugged, clearly stuck in her own thoughts.  Her brown hair was wavy today and fell over her bare freckled shoulders.  I had the sudden urge to inhale her peachy hair scent, but resisted, instead distracted by the street car rumbling to a halt in front of us.

"Cloooo, broooo, I don't know nothin' about you.  We need to have an off-the-record night.  Whatever happens in Seattle stays in Seattle.  Whatta ya say?"  I pushed my sunglasses down to the top of my nose to look her in the eyes.  They were as red as the stop sign.

"Let's do it!  But let's get ice cream first."

We didn't stop with ice cream, though.  We also went on to make a lot of other purchases, but that sneaky bitch knew all the tricks in the book on how to rip off all the stores.  She also somehow managed to con our way into a nicer hotel suite, at half the cost of what we were going to pay anyway.  **idk how she does this, but eventually i can explain here**

When we got in for the night, munchies in tow, along with the vape pen that we swiped and the oil we'd gotten for Molly.  We'd been sucking on a flavor called "super lemon haze" all day, but now was time to switch it up to a hybrid strain called "gelato."  

"This shit's tasty."

Chloe took a hit off the pen and coughed up a lung, then sunk onto the couch, staring at the ceiling.  "Holy fucking shit, I haven't been this high since Michigan."

"Whaat for realz?  I was this high the day I met you, but on other shit."

"Yeah, I know.  I was there," she said with a giggle.  "Last time I got so fucked up was right after my granny died.  Crashed a hotel party after meeting up with a... guy.  You know, to do a scene.  He was... not who I expected so I bailed.  Went to the party depressed and looking for whatever someone could give me.  I was already a little drunk when I saw a guy from my high school who had a medical marijuana card and invited me for a joint.  We were so blazed.  He just kept smoking one joint after another, and the more we smoked the better I felt, until I passed out asleep on the couch in his hotel.  It looked a lot like this room actually."  She blinked and glanced around the room, smacking her tongue against the roof of her mouth to signal thirst.  I passed her a water bottle.

"Damn girl, sounds like a good way to deal with death.  Scene with a guy, hotel party, free medical marijuana, sleep.  I like it."

"Ha, yeah, that was the same day I talked to Izaak to move here."

"You and Izaak.  That's a match I wouldn't expect."

"Why do you say that?" she said with a bit of an irritated tone.

"No I mean like, you're so chill and you like to bend the rules.  Izaak's just so... boring and rigid."

She giggled.  "Isn't he?  I guess after the crazy last few years I had, I was ready for something more stable."

"Izaak has his shit together but where's the excitement?  Have you slept with him?  Is it too soon to ask that?"  Now I started giggling, so uncharacteristic of me, but I just couldn't stop.  Fucking weed.

"Girllll, I would love to tap that, but I think I've been friend-zoned."

"Whaaaaat, no way.  How can a hott chick like you be friend-zoned?  I don't believe you."  I snatched the vape pen from her and took another hit.  

"It's okay though, we could never work out.  He's in law enforcement and I'm... not."

"Thank God for that.  Salud!"