A Man and His Dog [Open]

[teddie]

After a long day of teaching, it was time for Mark to unwind with a smoke and a drink. After changing from slacks and a buttoned down shirt to jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt, he turned to his secret stash box. Inside were 20, pre-rolled, joints just waiting to be lit up and smoked. A smile curled marks lips through his thick beard, “Hello my pretties, which one of you lucky devils gets to have some fun with moi today?” His finger hovered over each one for a moment before he finally said “You!” and grabbed the one in the middle. He put the box back in its hiding place and sat back in his lazy chair with his gold zippo lighter.

Mark had once made his Dalmatian a type of smoke chamber out of a milk jug. Ever since, whenever he flicked his zippo, Jerry was off to the kitchen to grab it. Mark lit the joint and inhaled deep, looking down at his dog that was already lying by his feet with his head in the chamber. Mark bent and blew the smoke into the milk jug so it could surround his pet’s head. The man and his dog finished the joint together, roaching it when it began to burn Marks fingers. Jerry grabbed his smoking device with his teeth and carried it back to the kitchen. “Gooood boy.” Mark exclaimed.

The dog returned with his leash and sat in front of his master with a small whimper. “Really?” Mark asked in a disappointed tone. “You wanna go on a walk?” The Dalmatian’s response was jumping up with his tail waging. Smelter found this cute, which got him to agree to the walk idea. “Fiiine.” He sighed and hooked the leash to Jerry’s collar. The two headed to the local dog park, where Mark let Jerry off the leash.

“Yeah, go have fun. Find a nice bitch to hump.” He mumbled to himself as he watched his dog run away. Mark found a bench to sit on and pulled out his black flask filled with Jagger. Just then, someone came up and sat next to him. “Hey.” He greeted, not entirely expecting a response.

[JAMAL TYRONE JOHNSON]

Jamal was asleep when Bruce came up to him and licked him in the face. He shot up from his resting spot and looked at the pit bull/lab mix. Jamal opened his mouth and yelled You stupid bitch get out of my face. He hit the dog because the dog knew better then to lick him in the face. Jamal got up walked to the sink and washed off the dog saliva that was left by the rough tongue of Bruce.

He grabbed the large leash and attached it to the chain collar on his dog. He looked at his puppy face dog and said You know better not to lick papa. Jamal said to the dog. He considered himself as 'papa" like a father of a child. Jamal smiled and took the dog outside. The dog part wasnt really far from his house so it only took a couple of minutes.

Jamal looked around the dog park and found a guy who looked like fat Jesus that was sitting on his bench. Well it really wasn't his bench he just claimed the bench because it was the closest to the exit in case some dog tried to attack him. He walked over slowly keeping Bruce in check. He sat down on the other side and unlatched the leash from the chain collar. The dude spoke to Jamal and that's when he looked into Fat jesus's direction. Hey Fat Jesus. Jamal said. He didn't realize that he was speaking to a teacher only because Jamal never saw him at Ashwick high. Ashwick High was know for its smoke breaks and thats one thing Jamal loved. He pulled out a pack of sigs and pulled out one. He put the pack in front of the guys face. He didnt get a quick response so he laid it next to the both of them then took out his lighter and light his cig then exhaled a big puff of smoke.

[teddie]

‘Fat Jesus?’ Mark thought as he raised an eyebrow in the kid’s direction. He let it go with a shrug and a nod, figuring the nickname made some sense. His eyebrow went back up when the boy offered his pack of cigarettes. “I don’t smoke…cigarettes.” Mark exclaimed as he slid the pack back to him. “You shouldn’t either, they kill ya know? Besides, what are you, like, twelve? That’s gotta up your risk factor of cancer.” He took another swig of his Jager and set it on the bench next to him.

Mark realized he had forgotten his sunglasses at home and was kicking himself for it now. He was on his own time and was a legal adult so allowing a student to see him drunk was not an issue. However, he was scared his red eyes would give him away. Although, he wasn’t even sure if this kid went to his school but word tends to spread fast about these things.