Vlad had recently moved from his home city to Detroit when someone offered a job to him in Detroit. Up front the man told him the work may not be safe, or even legal. It paid the bills though, and it paid them well. Vlad had already rented a apartment in Downtown Detroit. Vlad's mind wandered as he continued to unload crates and boxes from his broken down 1924 Chrysler Model B-70​​​​​​​. A joint sat between his lips as he took several small inhales as he walked up the stairs with his boxed, kicking open the room door as he slid the boxes across the floor and against the wall.  Fuckin' hell.. you never know how much shit you have until you have to move it all yourself. Vlad leaned his body into the door for a minute as he finished the joint, stomping it out into the cement before descending the stairs quickly as he tried to keep his balance. He grabbed the last few boxes from the car before running up the stairs and throwing everything inside of his new place, looking around his empty home. Well, this is home now... Soon enough it will look good in here. Vlad chuckled to himself as he began to unpack his belongings, his front door sitting opening as he plugged in his Radio, turning it onto his favorite station as he tuned out and his boxes started to empty.

Vlad was completely zoned out doing his thing when the man had nearly tripped and fell over his box he had forgotten outside, missing the whole ordeal only noticing when the man popped into his doorway with his box in hand, a bag of weed in another. A fat grin appeared on his face as he saw a man he'd never met befpre in his life. Why only one? Vlad laughed as he whipped his bag from his shirt pocket, throwing it to the man with a pack of papers. That's some Detroit Blitz, roll up a few if you want. I didn't catch your name, what'd you say it was? Vlad extended a hand to offer the man a handshake as he pulled his spare joint from behind his ear, sparking the end up with a couple puffs the smoke filled inside his small apartment as he exhaled a cloud of smoke before passing it over to the guy.

Most of my friends just call me Vlad Vlad extended his hand to reach out for the joint again as he introduced himself after Richard did so himself. He watched as the guy began to break their nug down onto a box and throw some tobacco into the bud making a spliff. I just moved here to Detroit for some work, what are you doing over this way? You don't seem like you're from here either. Vlad had no idea if he was correct or not, but he just didn't see the man being a local, but these days you could never truly tell. Vlad tilted his head back before snapping his fingers remembering he had brought a few lawn chairs from home, running into the closet he had already thrown them in he went and grabbed two and brought them out into the living room and setting them up for them both to sit down. Go ahead, have a seat. Lets get this party started.

Vlad nodded in understanding as the spliff made its way to him. His fingers held the paper loosely as he pressed it to his lips and taking a long drag before taking several small hits after, passing it back Richard's way as his lungs coughed up smoke for a minute or two his body beginning to feel the effects of the herbs all of his worries thrown out the window in the instance of a few small hits. He'd laugh for a short moment as he thought.

I'm pretty new to this scene myself... not sure who Tyler is, but it sounds like his boys got what was going to him eh? 

Vlad stood up and snagged a couple of glasses from his cabinet and grabbing a couple of ice cubes for each glass and pouring some tap water for the both of them. Vlad seated himself back into the chair, handing the glass of water over to Richard.

For the cottonmouth. Philly huh? How often are you around in Detroit? 

Vlad sat there baked, laughing some before taking a few sips of water.

Hot bars huh? Might have to show me around. I haven't been anywhere yet.

Vlad felt weird being somewhere new, not knowing any of the good places in town. Being in unfamiliar territory was something he was probably going to have to get use to. He planned on learning his new city though inside and out, he liked to be in the circle of things.