Summary: Naser has a big but short crisis but its quickly interrupted by Reed's exotic find. [PRE-NOTES] This chapter has some ortographic errors because I just wanted to finish this chapter after all there responsibilities that disable me to continue the story [/PRE-NOTES] Anon and Reed found themselves in the front of the pterodactyl family home in the afternoon waiting for someone to open the door of the house. "Never thought you were getting around with Naser" Anon said, showing a curious face towards Reed after all the things that Trish might have said to him about Fang's brother. "Fang always talk about hating on his brother although I don't see what's wrong with him, so I wanted to talk with him about Fang's situation right now that's all" Reed answered. A big sillouete appears in the front entrance of the building. "NASER, YOUR GAY FRIENDS ARE HERE" the big Winged Finger dad screamed with the potency of 5 megaphones stunning the teenager pair, "I hope that both of you don't do any stupid shit in my house, being the two of you friends of Lucy or Fungi or whatever her new name is, gets me enough concern of what you are capable of". Reed, trying to both calm himself and the Big flying dino up, said: "Hey, you may know me by now, I may be stoner but I ain't a thug". The greater dad scrunching his teeth followed the respond: "I will always watch you from every angle". Reed inmediately gulped. Anon and company entered the upper middle-class home encountering multiple high class furniture resembling their economic stability; making Anon a bit ashamed of his own apartment: "Damn, I´ve been browsing some furniture to decorate my shitty apartment and then I see this expensive flowerpot that I saw a while back in IKEA that was 199 bucks and this house has like 5 of them holy shit". The poor ass Trigger lamented his economic situation until…. "Goodbye Dad, see ya later... SHIT, WHY DID NAOMI DID THIS TO ME WHY?!?!?!?!" Naser exclamed a seconds later before his dad entered the pteromobility device. "She was always so pity with me, weh mozt tri somethin elze nas, u r allweis so cold nas" The desperate suffocation of the expressions putted into concern to the invited classmates while himself was touching scratching all the parts of his body in a fetal position on the floor. Anon quickly tried to calm Naser down before he could entered into a mental breakdown. "Dude, calm down, please. Reed and I didn't expected this reaction of yours. You can tell us freely what happened". The concerned athlete breathed from a high-speed oxygen recollection to a more zen-like state of mind. "sorry anon, i just..." Naser standed up from his fetal position off the floor, with a weakling posture, he directed himself to his father liqour shelf with numerous recognizable brands like "Raptor Sprinter", "Jock David's", "Captain Buckland" and other marketable names. He opened the shelf choosing a "Drinker Cope Tamarind Flavor" it wasn't as elegant looking as the other brands, in fact, Anon had purchased a couple during his times in his past highschool just to be a bit more badass looking (and obviously because of its price). "You want some Anon?, Reed?" He asked. "Give a shot of that" Anon requested. "Give me a bit too" Reed followed. "You know guys, I'm happy that you didn't leave me so quick behind because I did have another crisis with Fang present and after not knowing what to respond she just said: "Get well" and went to Trish house. "No problem dude, you know you can always count on us, isn't that right Reed?". "Yeah, you know what they say, women being women" Reed said with a chuckle after drinking the shot that Naser putted on the kitchen table. "Uh, right... Lemme just play some music around this hangout, shall we?" Naser exclamed after getting up from the chair. He walked towards what it looked like a backpack full of cassettes of different mexican bands like "Los Cadetes de Linares", "Los Cardenales de Nuevo León", "Banda MS", "Espinoza Paz" and many others. “My father used to work in the border as part of his training program in the police academy, he made a lot of Hispanic friends, as a matter of fact we moved here thanks to his friendship with Rosa’s dad” Naser said after he opened what seemed like a box in form of a casket below the TV furniture with the sign of Fang in 7th grade. “Wait, isn’t your dad racist of something? Why he gives me those bad looks everytime we encounter?”. Anon asked. “Well, he isn’t racist, he’s speciesist.” Naser chuckled after he finally found a jukebox with punk and emo imagery. Naser continued to manipulate the music box in search for some cassette slot, after he found it he putted a mixtape called “Corridos Viejitos de Ramón Ayala”. *Ramón Ayala - Tragos Amargos plays in the background* Reed seemed surprised by the uncommon nature of the piece, he never felt such a poverty and third world feeling that he genuienly felt sick and started to search some of that big old stash he brought with him, he searched and searched but he didn't find a single herb up in his inventory. Naser and Anon noticed the growing anxiety levels of Reed searching despereately for his boof... "The fuck are you doing Reed" Anon exclamed with a confused and minor mad stare towards Reed. "My-my-my packs, where are they, my whole stash is completely lost... NOOOOOOOOOO" Reed screamed with a feeling only resembled from those with an abstinence syndrome could. Naser stared with a confused and disgusted stare towards Reed. "Ok, listen, it's just one day of no drugs alright, it could not affect your-" Naser stopped midsentence when he found Reed urgently searching for something in his dad's bag. While being in a constant state of demise Reed thinked different possibilities to get high. "If Naser's Dad went to the border and he made a lot of latino friends in there, he might got gifted some kind of exotic substance from there, you are a genius Reed". "C'mon Reed, I know what you are thinking, just because my dad has mexican friends doesn't mean he-... what the fuck?" Naser stood in shock after what he saw. "No fucking way" Anon exclamed with the complete sight of 10 kilograms of the famous and even prohibited... Peyote "HELL YEAHHHH ITS FUCKING PEYOTE" [POST-NOTES] Sorry for it being too short I just needed something to start out with the real show, so wait for upcoming chapters :P