LET'S GO A LITTLE HARDER / open, joining

merihem had actually never smoked before, but he wanted to smoke anyways because it looked cool. he was more of a pill-popping type of guy anyways- he actually had plenty of little ziploc bags filled with his stash that he carried from his old clan. he took a long drag on the cigarette and immediately coughed up smoke, though he bit down harder on the cigarette. throat burning, he talked with it still in his mouth. "thanks. i'm not hungry," he lied, not wanting to be a bother. plus, the cigarette smell kind of killed his appetite.

his eyes drifted over to caesar, and then to luca. oh god. he really was in hot guy heaven. especially luca. luca seemed like the loose type too... maybe he could strike up a deal later. "yeah, if i was a spy i wouldn't have told you where i'm from," he grinned, certain that he wasn't a spy. "jungle juice?" he asked, shrugging. "is that a drug?" he asked, curiously. "if so, sign me the fuck up. don't think just cause' i came from that pussy-ass clan that i'm not capable of doing your initiation-rites or whatever. i wanna be a full member. lemme drink that jungle juice," he told pincher and vandal. "but yeah. it's hot as satan's asshole out here. would one of you pretty boys show me around?" he asked, grinning.