Marijuana had been sitting within a local coffee shop, speaking with what seems to be a FBN Agent. You can notice them through the glass window, speaking and gesturing, though you’re not able to make out what they are saying.

Marijuana spots you staring and smiles at you. Then, looking back that to the FBN, he slides an envelope across the table. Afterwards, you see the FBN get up from the table within the shop. Discretely, and walking a little bit faster than usual, he heads out on his way, hopefully to go spread the news to the other Agents in the area about the arrangement.

Marijuana stands up from the table as well and throws a tip for the coffee bill before exiting the building. He holds a duffel bag in his hand, walking over to the corner closet to the coffee shop. He stops briefly to put the duffel bag onto the sidewalk next to him. He pulls out a finely-rolled joint and begins to light it. Upon taking a few puffs from it, he turns his eyes to the young kid watching.

"You...Kid...Mind grabbing me one of those soap boxes over there?" He points over to an alley where the soap box rested up against a tin trash can. You walk over and grab it for him, setting it down right next to him. He smiles to you and hands you a twenty-dollar bill for your kindness.

"Thank you, I appreciate that. Actually, you might want to stick around for this." He steps up onto the soap box and takes a bigger puff of his joint, this time letting out a harsh cough. The type of cough that brings tears to your eyes. He lets out a big smile, while his eyes begin to turn a blood shoot red.

He clears his throat and now speaks with a louder voice in an attempt to draw a bigger audience. "Everyone, if I may have your attention for a moment. I know time is money, but I hope I may be able to interest you in something I have been pulling together the last few weeks. Being that I have been in this thing of ours for a little time now, I have been gathering some good contacts in the drug world as well as gaining some favors from quite a few of those men in blue that patrol these here streets. So, everything I'm about to say is all good, for the time being. The few officers on my payroll have made sure they got themselves this part of town to patrol in order to make sure they look the other way."

Beginning to intrigue a few of the people walking the streets, they began to form a crowd around his soapbox, intently listening to what it is Marijuana had been hyping them up for. He takes another hit from his joint, inhaling then exhaling after a few seconds. "If it hasn't been made clear already."

He pauses for second, bursting into laughter. While the others still have confused looks on their faces. "Sorry." He chuckles again. "I wanted to give you all an opportunity. A late-great-great grandfather of mine had done something like this before and I thought since it is a new era that it would be nice to bring it back. I have here within this duffel bag next to me a few pounds of one of the greatest buds ever grown.”

“Flown in directly from the west coast, in Cali. So, you know this is already some top-grade shit. I'm here to offer it to anyone interested for the time being, until the officers can't turn a blind eye anymore, of course. To grab as much as weed as you can get your hands on. I’ve got a variety of prices to the corresponding quantity you want." He sits down by the curb and brings his duffel bag closer to him. Zipping it open quickly, he pulls out a paper with prices and amounts written. He holds it up in front of the crowd so that they may get a better look. It reads as follows:

'G' (1 gram) - $15

'Eighth' (3.5 grams)-$35

"For someone who is not too big into smoking, these  would be your best options. Of course, someone like me or bigger might want more."

'Quarter' (7 grams) - $60

Half an Ounce (14 grams) - $120

"Everything in my bag is already weighed out, and in a labeled baggie all good to go. Sometimes this life of crime can be a little over complicated and stressful. Well, this could be your time to pick yourself up some bud and walk away." Marijuana takes his last hit from his joint which is now not really smokeable anyways, then proceeds to dab it out onto the sidewalk before flicking it out onto the road.

"Thank you for your time, and I hope to brighten up everyone's day. And just to reiterate, we will not be hounded by the local cops. So, for the time being, enjoy as much as you can."

Marijuana stands up and looks around the crowd hoping to see who would be the first one to take him up on his offer.

Marijuana rolls up a special joint. Only for himself and a lucky lady. He makes sure to sprinkly the top grade bud into the rolling paper. He rolles it, and then licks the saems to make sure it all sticks together. He puts it between his ears, waiting for her to show it. Afterwards a thought comes to him out of no where. He instantly speaks about it aloud.

"I wonder, if that may spark something. Maybe not the next week, or months.. But maybe even 30 years. Where we could all get our own spot and smoke freely. Though whoever knows." He stops for a second, and grabs another rolling paper for himself. Rolling it up just as he did before. Lighting it up, and taking a good puff from it. He exhales a few seconds later. Hoping to start a new fashion trend.

​​​​​​Boobie_Clark approached the gentleman with an over whelming smile on his face. He's doing the math in his head.

Excuse me Fam, But can I get some homegrown love? You asking $120 for a half zip. But I smoke like a choo choo on the east side, pulling out the Alameda train yard. Can you run me half a elbow for 16?

That's $100/per what your asking for a half zip.

After smoking his joint, he looks over to the first to come up to him. He smiles and takes another hit from his joint. 

"You looking for a pound, or a full O. The bigger the buy, the more I'll go down. I'd say full 'O' would be $200. You needing a pound or less?"

"Im all up for debate. My connections in mexico know me real well, so I can defiantly negotiate. Those prices there aren't final. Its just from the local prices in town that I chopped down to cpmpetite. Let me know what you want, and I'm sure we can come to an agreement."

He spotted Nyx, and walk over. He was happy to see here. Taking out that special joint he rolled, and began to  light it up and took a hit. After exhaling a bit. He handed the join over, to her.

"I got one special for us two. Lets light it  and toke on."

He passes the joint over to Nyx, smiling..

"Glad you can make it. This one is for us!" He smiles

Darkwing saw a man on the other side of the street holding up a sign for a crowd of people. He headed a little closer so he could read what it said, people seemed pretty excited. Turns out he was selling weed, apparently amazing weed.

Its not like finding some pot is difficult around here, but Darkwing was curious if this stuff was as good as advertised so he headed right over to the crowd...

"Hey id like to try some, how about half an ounce for starters" Darkwing said to the man with the sign.

​​​​​​​"I am Darkwing from Chicago by the way, nice to meet you. If your stuff is good you can bet ill be back!"

With a teasing smile, she took the special joint from his fingers, warmth sparked within teal pools as she glanced him over before taking a deep inhale. The toxic smoke snaked down to fill her lungs, holding the deep breath as eyes closed, head slightly pounded as she continued to hold the smoke til she had no choice but to cough and exhale, handing it back to him.

"I wouldnt miss this for the world dear" She spoke softly as she took a seat near him

Lightly she nudges him with her shoulder..

"Looks like you got some business my dear." Nodding her head towards Darkwing

He can already smell the weed in the air as he pushed through the crowd towards the front of the line. As he waited for his turn he nodded his head to a few friendly mobsters and he checked the local cooter times to see what it was all about.

After reading the Cooter times for 20 seconds he realized he would need some weed to be able to finish it

He approached and put down enough money for a half ounce as he knew soon there would be a business trip to the West Coast and he would need am ample supply for his associates.

I got the cash for a half ounce. What do you think can we do business Mr. Marijuana? Normally I would just send one of my men to do this, but I figured I would meet you and check out the quality myself and see if it is all worth a long term relationship.

Belle was walking the streets when she spotted one of her crew mates standing on a soap box. He had duffel bag next to him and was talking about some deals he had on a very fine strain of marijuana. She approached the crowd and listened to him make his sales pitch. Standing on the edges of the crowd, she watched people approach and asked him different questions about the product he was selling. Belle never really did drugs; maybe a little cocaine here or there to keep her going on particularly busy days, but for the most part she kept her product for selling, not using. Still, she thought it would be a good idea to support a crew member, and besides, maybe Emmett and some of his men would want some to smoke. She approached Marijuana with a smile.

“How much do you think I’d need to treat me bodyguards to a night off? I’ve got quite a few of them but I doubt they all smoke. They do good work for me so I’d like to treat them to some of this stuff you’re selling here.”

Marijuana looked over at Darkwing and smiled causally. "Sounds like a plan. I hope the I can compete with some of the best the windy city can grow." He searched through his duffel bag, and  pulled out a pack labeled Lil 'O'. Nicknames that kept him in check when it came to organizing his product. He handed the Half-Ounce to Darkwing, while also grabbing the cash. He looked around, hearing the sounds of orders as like he was in an auction. He continued on his way to service the next person.

He grabbed his duffel bag and made his way over to StripheGotti . "My friend, I believe our ancestors may know each other from a distant past. I do hope this may help our business endeavors here. You may know of a relative of mine, he went by the name Bud." He chucked for a second. "Bellomo.." While Marijuana had been talking, he was already searching for another half-ounce pack. After he stopped speaking, he handed Striphe the product and smiled while pocketing the cash. "I hope that bit of info may strengthen our business ties, Mr. Gotti."

He nods to the Consig in a friendly manner, before quickly wandering off over to _Belle_ . He smiles and takes a quick breather for a second. Then taking a hit from his joint. "Hey Belle, glad to to see ya here." He said while leaving a trail of smoke. He stared at her, contemplating what would be a nice fit. A few minutes he snaps his fingers. "I got it. Honestly, what's been the most popular would be the best. A half-O should do the trick. It's cheaper per gram if bought in bulk, plus if they can always save some for another day."

JoeKing recounts his father teaching him how to roll a joint back in his high school days. This was one of his father's lesser known habits, getting high instead of getting drunk, and was a habit he passed down to his now grown up son. After hearing @Marijuanas speech, he took one of the papers with him. This would be useful later on, as the supply for cannabis in Las Vegas wasn't very high, people in the casinos, bars and even private properties only thought about booze, they weren't very familiar with this "Grass".

After dealing with some business in Philadelphia, Joe found himself incredibly hungry, he checked his pocket and to his surprise it wasn't dollar bills he found, but the paper handed to him earlier that day. "Shit, what better way to feed a hungry stomach than eating after smoking?" He thought as he went back to try and find Marijuana, luckily he had been smoking all day with a crowd of people, as he inspected the people there, he found a familiar face!

"StripheGotti! The hell you doin' here man!? I haven't seen you since we were young man! That's crazy!" Joe said as one of Striphe's bodyguards stepped up to protect his boss.

"Let him through, I know him."

After some friendly chatting, Joe's stomach growled, reminding him of the real reason he was here.

"Alright man I gotta go, but I'm pretty certain we'll be seeing each other soon" He said with a weird smiling face, leaving Striphe wondering what he was referring to.

He started walking towards Marijuana:

"Hey man! Can I get an eight?" 

"For sure man, do you need any papers too?"

"Yes please, been a while since I did this"

"Ha-ha, it's no problem. Better late than never"

Joe reached to his wallet, pulling out two $20 bills.

"Here you go, thank you for making my day." He said as he took a massive hit from his first joint.

He took the bag and smiled at his old friend

Yes indeed this will do a lot good in the HQ as we have a movie night after some crimes.

He opened the bag and took a deep breath in.. smelling the weed...

Yes my friend this will be great and I will be back for more. I might even have to give this a try out back with some associates.

Kinoko takes a long flight from the west coast to the east coast, after a long battle with the infamous durden gang, he's glad to be home. He lands at the Philadelphia airport. Kinoko walks his way out to the front of the establishment and flags a taxi. Kinoko opens the trunk of the taxi and puts in his briefcase, he slams down the trunk down with large force. He finally gets into the vehicle. Kinoko then rest his head and back against the seat of the car, tired and ready to get home to Saitama's HQ.

After 30 mins of driving, finally the taxi pulls up. He gets out and walks into the compound. He notices Marijuana right away near the family bar. Kinoko stops and hugs his brother and kisses his cheek. 

"Hey kid, how are ya?" As Kinoko looks at Marijuana.  

"Kid?" As Marijuana smiles and answers with a wise tone. "Nah man, not no more... you know this." Marijuana then picks up a large duffel bag and drops it on the bar table. You hear the bag slam down with heavy force, you hear the sound of drinking glasses tip over.

Kinoko then starts the open the duffel bag and takes a look inside. "Damn man, that's some strong smelling shit you got. Where did you get this stuff? The West Coast? Let me get Two Ounce's, if you don't mind. How much? Can you do a family Discount."  As Kinoko smiles and gives a little chuckle. 

Marijuana smiles to his brother. "Of  course man, I got you. You know that." He said while reaching in the duffel bag. He pulled out a brick of weed. From the way this pack was package you could almost think it would be coke if it wasn't for the color. Marijuana places one out of the two ounces on the table. Then reaching into his duffel bag again, pulling out another ounce package the same way. He stacks the two ounces together. He zips the duffel bag back up and looks back over to Kinoko with a grin on his face.

"I got you like I said man. These packs here are especially fresh. Usually after picking up, I weigh everything out and mark it. Though these two here are fresh, not even touched. Hell there could even be alittle bit more in there for all I know. Since you family, let's say this weighs out." He winks to him and continues on talking. "Normally something like this can run about $420 for two ounces. Though since we are family, I'll do you a good deal. I'll give you two for the price of one. How's that sound? So you'd be looking at $220. It's a good deal. I knocked off $180. Plus there may a few grams more in each."