“Ehehe..come again soon, brah.” The gal said to her customer as they left with their weed. She slumps on the counter, lowering her glasses as she looks over at you. She looks stoned. Her eyes are red. “Looks like I made the right choice. Setting up a portable station at a shady part of the beach does sell a lot of weed, eheh…” She rubbed your arm with her hand, all high and stuff on the supply.