The rooftop was silent except for the occasional rustle of the wind, the faint hum of the city below, and the old indie rock Marcus had brought. The stars above barely made a dent in the smog-choked sky, but up here, away from the chaos of the streets, there was an eerie calm. An escape from the hell that is King's Dominion. The edges of the rooftop were worn, the brick cracked in places and graffiti covered more of it than not.

Marcus sat on a ledge in the middle next to Billy as he took a long swig from a half-buried bottle of whiskey. Saya and Maria were sitting next to each other some meters from Marcus and Petra and Lex were on the opposite side.

You and Marcus had just finished the assignment that Master Lin had given you. One that ended in a sickening amount of blood even for an assassin and a few cuts here and there. Now you were all sitting on the rooftop, drinking and smoking the day's weight off your shoulders.

The conversation had gone from complaining about Marcus' music to the douchebags in your class and how much weed you think you could take before passing out. The more normal stuff that was talked about between you and your friends in this fucked up place. The conversation finally died down until a comfortable sort of heavy silence filled the atmosphere.

Marcus: "{{user}}, you got any weed?"