2020-09-29 - MEET THE WEED DUDE

Per usual Nova's Nissan 350Z slides into the parking lot smoothly, decidedly ahead of her brother. How neither of the Nazario's had gotten a speeding ticket whilst in Gray Harbor was some sort of miracle, or something of supernatural nature. She parks her galaxy ride in from of one of the big windows. Nova steps out in a pink velvet cropped tank and a pair of Nike running shorts. Expensive looking sneakers tie the look together, street chic. She is snickering as she enters the shop, knowing how irritated Rekani would be by her mounting victory tallies.

As was tradition, whenever the Nazario siblings travel anywhere, they are required to race. It was a competition Rekani was oft to lose (Nine dice? Are you fucking kidding me?), but nevertheless, he persisted. It was probably a full minute after Nova has slid neatly into the shop parking lot that a roaring exhaust of a sleek black BMW E60 announced the fat Latino's arrival. The hydraulics hiss as the chassis lifts, bringing him over the little bump, then lower him back toward the asphalt as he comes in to stop. Rekani was looking pretty casual himself as he got out, throwing his arms in the air in frustration. He clicks his fob, the light mechanical noise of automatic locks the last the car made as the round DJ mounted the stoop and entered the shop,

"Yo, you almost fuckin' pitted me. Whack."

Murphy was finishing up wiping down the glass cases as the sounds of engines announced the arrival of new customers. "Welcome, to the Chill Out-Lit! Home to your medical and recreational needs!" he chuckles to himself as the door swings open. His arms swing open wide, showcasing his proud new shop. An unbuttoned red and black flannel flaps open as his arms move, revealing a tight fit punk band T. "Look around, if you have any questions I'm your man. Names Murphy.

One had to be careful in how they phrased things to Nova. Some people had boundaries the size of football fields, she was more likely that far over into someone else's before becoming aware that it may be an issue. Her hair was straight and in a low pony tail at the base of her neck, hoops apparent. Batting thick eyelashes, she almost misses the opportunity to gloat at Rekani given how struck she was at Murphy.

Nova holds up a hand to Rekani as he enters in a 'shut up for a sec' hand signal. "You can be if you buy me dinner first!" She giggles ignoring further protests from Rekani for the moment. "I'm Nova!" The tanned girl gives her most tip earning smile to the store owner. She can't help herself though and pauses to look at Rek.

"Wouldn't happen hermano if you hadn't been following so close, I have the better turn radius."

"Hola, Murph!" Rekani returns the greeting brightly, shortening the man's name by one syllable almost immediately as he met him. His eyes were already peering around the shop to take in the sights and stock, but then Nova is making him talk to the hand, and his face is scrunching up in an 'Are you kidding me?' sort of look. He rolls his eyes. Twice in two days, for fuck's sake. He does then look at Murphy, and there's a moment where he just sort of... squints... Then chuckles, muttering something about that making perfect fucking sense before he goes back to browsing the wares.

"And like three hundred less horsepower. Next time we go to Seattle, I'ma smoke your ahhhhh!" He trails off into the excited noise of a child, looking at one of the intricate water bongs, squatting down to inspect the thing closer, "Holy fuuuuuck."

Almost taken back the sheer personality that seemingly burst into the room. "I'll do you one better," he states as he brushes his hair back with his hand. "As part of our grand opening sale, everything you see is twenty-five percent off." Casually walking to opposite side of the case of Rekani and grabs a large clear water bong. Placing it on top the case he begins to pack it. He smiles, "But for you two, I'll make it thirty. And the first hit is free."

Rekani talking smack? Nothing new. It got filtered out after as certain point like a mom who's kid asked the same question 8,000 times. She doesn't even notice the look he gives her. Wait till later, third time is the charm. Her relationship luck in Gray Harbor had been pretty mierda. Rekani was making harder than she was, something bound to drive her insane. Not a ton of homies to smoke with either...So this place? Most welcome in her book.

Nova had no idea how business worked, but that seemed like a significant amount to be giving up in profit. Not like she was going to complain at the moment. He was quick, and...sparkly? "Dirty thirty, I'll take it. You got any gummies? Those are my favorita." She is still all smiles. "Won't say no to that either though," she inclines her head to the pipe Murphy was packing.

"Where are you from lindo?"

The sibling most accustomed to the smoking of herb, Rekani's face lights up like a toddler on Christmas. Any attempt of Nova to close the distance with the side of the case closer to Murphy was likely blocked by the fat kid. After the offer and watching the intricate smoking apparatus be packed, he turns to look at his sister, "Hermana, I need you to go home and tell Kip I've decided I'm gay now. She'll understand." She wouldn't, and he wasn't, but that's about how much Rekani loved weed.

Another customer pulls up into the lot, proving that you can't open a dispensary in a town like this without drawing locals like flies to a fresh carcass. Or is that honey? Flies to honey? Something like that.

The sound of that engine is the unmistakeable thrum of eight thirsty cylinders and 395 pound feet of torque just begging to tear up the asphalt; but instead relegated to the indignity of being parked, and the ignition killed with a growl and a shudder that melts into silence. The door's cracked open and a very off-duty cop climbs out. One might be hard-pressed to peg him as a cop at all, with the tattoos scrawled up his arms, the ratty hoodie and ballcap and snug black jeans; the scuffed boots and cell phone dug out of his pocket as he prowls for the shop door and shoves it open with his shoulder.

Murphy pauses for a split second as the words "dirty thirty" left Nova's mouth. How did she.. Flashbacks filled his mind of his grandfather and the similar 'abilities' he had. He shakes his head, snapping back to reality, as his fingers resumed packing. "Thirty, indeed." shooting a wink at Nova. "I have a wide variety of gummies. What milligram you looking for?" Murphy smiles as he slides the newly packed bowl to Rekani, "You can have greens. It's from my latest batch, I'm thinking of calling it Hermosa Haze," his eyes still on Nova. "It's a strong sativa, but I think you can manage it." His gaze shifts to Rekani.

Murphy's eyes glance through the windows as the sound of another car pulls in. "Seems like this place was in need of what I got, huh?" he chuckles as the bright red door begins to open.

The only thing worse than a cock block, is being obstructed from the ability to get your smoke on, it was a basic human right or something. "Niego, the only thing in that for me would be to be her rebound and she is too straight for that. Broaden her horizons first." She was joking, partially, maybe. Despite the fact he was being RHUDE, Nova enjoyed seeing her brother happy. Who was she to stand in the way of a boy and his weed? Nova was into a wider variety of extracurriculars anyway.

"Whatever you recommend, I'll try anything once." Rekani could not groan at her suggestive comebacks if he was distracted, two for one. "You're the expert here." She bats her eyelashes at Murphy and stands with a hip cocked out. Hearing the door also excitement rose. More friends! "Ya, this town needs a little chill..."

Rubbing his palms pack and forth together, Rekani's eyes are alight with eagerness, only the briefest glance made outside to the sound of an engine. Sorry, car, weed was still Rekani's first love. Murphy doesn't even have to hand a lighter over, the DJ had reached deep into his crisp white fanny pack and come back out with a decorated Bic, ready to go. "Oh dude, I love that name!" Flick, pull, inhale, clear. Rekani holds a pretty good hit in for a span of moments before slowly letting the smoke leave his nose in wispy trails, making a happy noise, brow furrowed in admiration as he nods to Murphy in appreciation and respect. About then, he happens to look over and note the new arrival. He was about to ignore him, really he was, but... Well, there's only so many tattooed Glimmer users of a Latin persuasion in Gray Harbor, and about half of them were already in the shop. Voice modulated lower by the last of the escaping bong hit, Rekani calls over.

"Ayyyy, chief!" He grins, then goes on to explain as he's turning the bong to Nova, holding the lighter out, ready to spark for her if needed, because he was a gentleman, "Old place shut down, no idea where dude went. We been having to drive over to Hoquiam. Sub-optimal, yafeel?"

Given the badge and mean looking Sig shoved into his duty locked OWB holster, the grip fully visible over the ruched edge of his hoodie, de la Vega is.. probably actually less off duty than his attire suggests. His cell phone makes its way back into that rear pocket of his jeans, tonguetip skimming his lower lip as he ambles on up to the front counter. Stock's taken of the place as he goes, and Rekani gets an upnod of greeting accompanied by, "Oye, te estás quedando fuera de problemas?" Murphy gets a bit of a squinty-eyed looking over, though he hasn't quite gotten to Nova, yet. He will, rest assured.

Murphy thinks for a second, his eyes shifting betwee Rekani and Nova. "I'm going to venture a guess here and say you're not new to this, so I'd recommend ten milligram. Only until I personally know your tolerances." He smirks. "Now, what's your favorite animal?"

Once the new arrival fully enters, Murphy's eyes move to greet him. "Welcome chief, if I heard that correctly, to Chill Out-Lit. A safe place to relax and ease your mind and body."

The presence of the three customers filled the room. This is crazy, Murphy thought. There's so many here with.. What did granddad call it? Scent? Pulling up a chair, he takes a seat behind the counter, his mind overwhelmed with that thought.

A moment or two after Ruiz comes this tall guy with the schnozz, who loitered outside to finish a text or a cigarette or something who knows. Itzhak rolls in, looking around, and pulls up next to Ruiz. Speaking of people who fill up a room, here's one: the power of his shine is nigh overwhelming, a megawatt-searchlight of a thing dwelling in his lanky form. "My man," he says to Rekani, extending a hand for a fistbump that's still not quite working yet--he can kind of grab things now, but full operation hasn't returned. Murphy and Nova both get curious lookings-over.

Without missing a beat, Nova responds to the person that she has just entered in. "Rekani nunca salió de problemas." Then, she notices the badge and gun. Her body stiffens out of reflex. She didn't have anything illegal on her...Right? She always forgot what she should or shouldn't be carrying.

Carry on as normal Nova. "I like dolphins." Wow surprise, the girl who spent time in Miami likes dolphins.

Seeing yet another person enter and greet her brother, Nova looks genuinely confused. "When have you had time to meet so many people?" She waves in a friendly manor to all those present. "Hola, I'm Nova. Rekani's sister." She tries her best not to sound bitter. She thought the boy had more snacks than friends.

“Ayyy, boss.” Rekani responds, returning that fist bump, though Itzhak could probably tell it was a little more gentle than last time, like the DJ had noticed it was weird before and was just trying to be a little more considerate of the perceived injury. To Ruiz and Nova, “Soy un angelito perfecto.” He looks sideways at Nova, “Yo, you dance at one club, go to another for club, and mostly just stay home. I mix for the Cab, repair cars, do piano gigs,” Rekani was counting off all the wild side jobs he was performing to make sure he was covering his portion of rent and put money into the Bug-Out fund. “And that’s when the other shit goin on ain’t tryin to kill me, so... Yeah, I meet some people.”

He does go about asking about some specific strains from Murphy, and keeps his purchase below an ounce, as was legal, but definitely picked up a quarter of what Murphy had grown personally.

“That said, I gotta get to my shift.” He offers a hand across to Murphy, “Nice meeting you, bro. You’re gonna see a bunch of us.” He follows up with fist-bump offers to Ruiz and Itzhak on his way out.

The sudden discomfort on Nova's part is noted, but there's no attempt by the cop to accomodate for it. Even if he's, "Not going to arrest you," according to his low-voiced, conspiratorial little murmur as he digs out his wallet and counts off enough cash to buy a couple of packets of edibles being sold behind the counter. Which he tries to get Murphy's attention for, with a nod toward what he wants. "Unless you're planning on breaking I-502 right under my fucking nose," he adds, to Nova, with a wink.

To Itzhak, with a rustle of inked knuckles against the taller man's side, "You want anything while we're here?" Then as Rekani passes by for that fistbump, he returns it smoothly, without missing a beat. "Tu auto es lindo, pero se esfuerza demasiado." His chuckle's a low rumble of sound.

Murphy smiles, "Dolphin it is." As he picks up a small glass container with a black lid labeled '10mg' and places it on the counter near Nova. "Being from New York, I never really got to see how majestic they truly are." Turning back and quickly grabbing the requested items, Murphy responds with a firm hand shake. "With personality like that, you're always welcome in this shop."

Grabbing the two packs, he slides them over to Ruiz. "With the grand opening sale discount, $5 will do." He leans in slightly, "Being new to Gray Harbor, is this town always this..." his eyes move to each patron in the room. "Eccentric? Back in New York, I only knew of one other." Murphy's eyes stop on Itzhak, more noticeably on his hand. "Also, I think I can help you with that, if you'd like."

Itzhak jerks his chin in an upnod to Nova, eyebrows popping. His gaze flicks down her, then up, but he avoids her eyes. "Ya Rek's sister? Nice t'meet you. Rosencrantz." He gestures at himself. "Itzhak. This here's Captain," he stresses it, captain, "de la Vega. I love your outfit."

Then Murphy's talking and Itzhak looks at him, surprised. "'Ey! Another New Yorker, how's by ya, bruddah." Well he's got the classic accent, doesn't he? New York Yiddish as chocolate egg creams. "Eccentric, you fuckin' bet we are." He looks uncomfortable when Murphy offers to help with his hand. "Well, frankly pal, I doubt you can help it, but if you wanna have a shot, why not." Itzhak holds out his hand. It's a big, scarred, calloused, inked hand with long fingers and a broad palm, currently sort of curled in on itself. "Really I came for somethin' to help with my insomnia, which is killing me."

Nova shakes her head, hoops looking in danger of smacking her in the face. Then she sees the wink from Ruiz and seems to exhale the tension from her body. Better than that, he's giving her brother a hard time. She snorts and adds with a cock of her head "El realmente lo hace."

A breeziness returns to her with Murphy's smooth tone. Nova giggles with glee at the little dolphin. "Almost too pretty to eat, I'll show you a real one sometime." The new New Yorker was probably questioning how this was possible, but for someone born with her abilities, the idea of sharing a mental image was basic.

She gives a one shoulder 'awe shucks' shrug to Itzhak at his compliment, giggling. Nova stops herself from offering Itzhak a Xanny from her car. Right...Captain... "Encantada."

"El placer es mío," returns the cop almost absently, all smoke-roughened warmth paired with dark, slivered eyes that look more tired than anything today. A crumpled bill and some loose change is tipped onto the counter, along with his murmured thanks as the edibles are offered up in exchange. And then it's the shop owner he's watching, warily, as the man offers to take a look at his boyfriend's hand. As if he's appointed himself Itzhak's very own personal attack dog. One wrong move, and he just might take a piece out of the guy, going by the looks of him. The tension in his shoulders, the prison ink. The loaded fucking gun holstered at his hip.

Right up until he pulls his cell phone out, takes a lean against the counter, and starts playing candy crush while he waits.

"I mean it, that top is on point." Itzhak quirks those eyebrows at Nova. Also, he may be a little anxious about giving Murphy his hand, and he sidles just a half-step closer to Ruiz. Almost close enough to press against his side. "Yeah, uhm," he's answering Ruiz now, but his eyes are on Murphy, wary. "Yeah, if you're offerin', please. Something sublingual. Don't wanna skunk up the house with smoking. Careful, huh?" That's to Murphy. Itzhak may sometimes have attention-span issues. "Those hands are how I makes my money."

And they're not working. So that's why he's letting him do this, is the subtext there.

Murphy smirks, "You sound like my cousins." He looks over Itzhak's hand, gently checking each bone, the tendons, the skin itself. "I apologize for any discomfort, just gotta make sure I know what I'm getting into." He looks at Ruiz, "and there's no need to worry. Alternative medicines got a bad rap, but I can assure you," his grasp on Itzhak's hand tight ever so slightly, a deep seeded warmth seemingly stretches from Murphy's to his, then goes cold again. "There's something here for everything. I just got to figure out what that is." Letting go, he brushes his hands off on his shirt. "I don't know, if what I did helped. There's nothing I've seen in my studies that would explain what's causing this." Reaching down behind the counter, he grabs small container labeled Sleepy Time X/8mg and places it on the counter. "But, for the insomnia, this should help, free of charge since I couldn't quiet get the hand today."

He moves back toward Nova, still looking at Ruiz and Itzhak. "I'm Murphy, by the way. If you need anything, you'll always find me here." He points up to the loft above his shop. His eyes meet Nova's, "I'd love that."

If anyone had absolutely no idea what was happening, it was Nova Nazario. She had watched curiously at what was happening but given the Captain's protective aura, did not want to over ask any questions. Out of her pink velvet top she withdraws a wad of bills and stacks payment gingerly on the counter. There are notably, a lot of ones in the wad of cash she holds. Replacing the money to it's snug home, she side eyes the situation.

"I'll uhh, come back soon. It was good to meet some more people here! Good luck with your insomnia." She says this to Itzhak, not looking at his hand. No quirky remarks, no flipping between languages. In her mind the entire thing is just kind of weird and uncomfortable. Nova gives a smile and exits the red door.

Ruiz seems oblivious to whatever it is about Nova's outfit that's drawing such high praise from Itzhak. Tonguetip caught between his teeth, he's intensely focused on his game, save for the occasional keeping of tabs on Murphy. And a little double-take when he catches that trace of glimmer accompanying him feeling around the bones and tendons of the fiddler's hands.

Phone switched off and tucked away, he shoves off the counter just in time to put out a hand and catch Itzhak's side with a broad palm. He doesn't take his eyes off the dispensary owner. Just when it seems there might be some ill-timed and possibly abrasive demand made of the poor guy, Nova breezes on out and it seems to disrupt whatever he was going to say. Instead, "Thanks for the.." He shakes the paper bag with the edibles, and starts heading for the door.

Itzhak's gray hazel eyes drift half-closed. He takes in a breath, sharp, as the warmth tingles into his hand. And it works, a little; he flexes his fingers and they open smoother, further. Itzhak, looking down at his hand like it's an aggressive reptile that might bite, smiles just a touch, sadly, in one corner of his mouth. He glances at Ruiz, eyebrows tilted upwards, forming a wistful peak in the center over his enormous nose. "You helped some," he says to Murphy. "Thanks, man. ...What, am I going to just take product from you when you did that for me too? Don't be ridiculous. Ya getting paid." And he too produces cash to pay the man. "Good to meet ya, Murphy. Is that last name Murphy or first name Murphy?"

Placing his hands on the counter before him, he perks his lips slightly and drops his head as Nova makes a quick exit. He fixes his posture, and nods to Ruiz. "Have yourself a nice night." Murphy chuckles, "I'm glad I was able to do something. I'll dig around, see if I can figure out more on what's causing it." He puts his hand down on the cash put before him. "I know this is a business and all and exchanging product for money is what pays the bills, but I didn't get into medicine for that." Murphy's eyes look at Itzhak's hand once more, "I do it to help people. Murphy's my first. Murphy Walsh. It's been a pleasure." He smirks, picking up the rag he left on the counter and begins wiping it down once again.