[OTA] Not on duty, not a doctor
Chase sat on the sand and inhaled slowly from the joint held carefully between his thumb and forefinger. Some friend of a friend of a colleague managed to get his hands on this joint that boasted to be way more awesome than what the island already offered. Chase might be a doctor, but he wasn't opposed to getting high now and again, even if he had a tendency to do things like wake up with his undies on his head or lap dance male colleagues. Good times.
He blew the stream of smoke out slowly, indulging in the hit the weed was giving him. It really was some good stuff. Nothing like getting high on one's day off to reduce the stress levels. He wasn't a cop, he wasn't going to start chasing after whoever was dealing. In fact, if all the stuff was this good, he might sign up for a regular supply. He was practically an island hippy anyway. All he was missing was a kaftan, hair down to his waist and pubic hair like the Amazon jungle. He smirked as the drug started to infiltrate his system. This really was the life.
He blew the stream of smoke out slowly, indulging in the hit the weed was giving him. It really was some good stuff. Nothing like getting high on one's day off to reduce the stress levels. He wasn't a cop, he wasn't going to start chasing after whoever was dealing. In fact, if all the stuff was this good, he might sign up for a regular supply. He was practically an island hippy anyway. All he was missing was a kaftan, hair down to his waist and pubic hair like the Amazon jungle. He smirked as the drug started to infiltrate his system. This really was the life.