So I was walking around my neighborhood in NYC after getting blazed as fuck for my birthday, and I see a group of girls, one of which breaks away and walks towards me saying "excuse me, could you buy alcohol for us?" in a near-flawless accent. They say they're French and ~19 years old but the legal age is 21 here, I said that's hilarious because I just turned 21 and agreed, she thanked me, they gave me money, I went into the store.

Now, in my neighborhood there's been a few sting operations on stores that had been selling liquor to minors, so they're really paranoid about people trying to buy booze with shady credentials (i.e. me coming in with a driver's license that says I turned 21 that day). So of course the guy at the counter won't sell it to me.

I walk out of the store, hanging my head in shame, when I realize "oh shit I can offer these girls weed, they're probably down". I explain that they wouldn't sell me the beer, but I had weed if they wanted to smoke. All three said yes in unison, with one girl's eyes lighting up (I suppose she was the stoner of the group).

We head back to my house which is like 2 blocks away at this point, get the stuff, and head to a park.

Aaaaand of course it had to be on the windiest day of the year. None of our lighters would work right. And even if they did, I brought a pipe instead of a joint and the weed wouldn't stay lit that easily. One of the girls got a call and they had to go back into the city as their flight was early next morning (like 5am or something). So instead of disappointing them I gave them a baggie with 3 weed brownies I had made earlier that day.

tl;dr I chilled with 3 French girls on my 21st birthday

paint me like one of your french girls

That's all I could think as I read the story lol.