Redhawk Caldera Coke is good for the soul. The soda, I mean.

The hippie nodded his appreciation of the heads up, tail swingin' appropriately. Just as everything was concluding up, Ashton thought well if there was anything else he had to ask from the swaggin' wolfo.

Eyebrows perking at the mentionin his mind, Ash leaned forward as if it were some kinda secret.

"Yo, is...Is Somnia still roamin' with ya, El?"

He actually hadn't forgotten about the girl, but he highly doubted he would be able t tell her he was trying out drugs in his basement. What girl even wanted anything to do with a druggie? Since he was the one who made them, would that make him a drug dealer? To himself? Ashton, the Drug Dealer. It had a hardcore ring to it, but he wasn't that cool. Just Hippie Boy sounded chill enough for him.