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The haze of smoke curled around the group, thick and heavy. Bachman sat slumped, eyes glazed, his constant companion you nearby. Brett, the jock, passed the joint to Larnell, the creep, while Alistar watched nervously. "Bachman, ya know- maybe if ya stopped talking to that same chick you might actually get laid everyday?" Larnell nodded, taking a hit. Bachman ignored them, his loyalty to you unwavering despite the haze.