Chapter 135

“Alright.” Logan double-checked their supplies. “We’ve got a blanket, we’ve got beer, and we’ve got some candles--”

“And I’ve got some California Emerald Oxygen.” Rafe patted the tiny weed-filled baggie in his hand. “This is grade-A shit.”

“What’s that thing in your hand?” Kelda asked the goblin. “Is it some sort of ceremonial horn?”

Rafe looked down at the glass bong he was holding in his hand. The entire thing was made of glass, and it was molded to look like a miniature devil. It looked like the weed would sit in a small cup the creature held in its hand, and you could smoke it using the demon’s “tail.”

“A ceremonial horn,” Rafe chuckled, “I like that. I’ll totally call it that if we get pulled over and the officer checks our trunk.”

“I think it’s for Rafe’s little green treat, sister,” Abina explained. “I think it’s a pipe of some sort.”

“Dingdingding, Lib is a winner!” The goblin jumped up and down and then extended the pipe to the curvy woman. “You win th
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