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Laced with the fading traces of THC, she was barely able to remember why she started smoking in the first place. Sinking into the couch, Smoke 2 joints came on the stereo.
"Didn't we figure this one out last time?"
"Yeah probably."
They had decided to be clever, the two of them, and actually count out the number of joints Bradley was smoking in context of the song. Like so many other things, they instantly forgot the tally.
By the time Dave showed up with the beer they had, through combined efforts, consumed an entire bag of Cheetos. She had been careful to only use one hand in eating this toxically orange snack food and when she opened the door to let Dave in, his hands busy with the case of PBR, she smeared the orange film all over his face.
"Damn," he cried. "Got any more?"
"Thankfully no. Because we probably would have eaten those too." Lucy got up crumbling the empty bag and threw it away in the kitchen. Dave tossed her a beer.
These were the kind of kids that went out walking around at night and thought about stealing shopping carts or always had in depth discussions about starting their own band, even though none of them played instruments.
"Where's Joe? Off hiding in virtual reality?"
Lucy started laughing. "Tell him," she said.
"Joe and I are through."
"Really," Dave amused. "When did this happen?"
"About twenty minutes ago actually."
Dave cracked open his beer. She gulped hers.
"So what happened? I though we were all supposed to go out tonight."
"Yeah. He sent me an instant message today claiming it was imperative that he stay home tonight for his guild's scheduled raid."
"Holy shit! That's like the third weekend in a row!"
"I know."
"So what? Did you just call him?"
"No! Better!" Lucy chimed in.
"I signed on to the game and whispered for him to meet me outside of Stormwind."
"No fucking way!"
"I got my character dancing and shouted for all of Warcraft to read that he was an asshole and would never be fucking me again."
"Holy shit!"
"Yeah."
The three sat down on the couch together, beers in hand, and listened as Date Rape came on the stereo. "So basically you spent fifty bucks to date and dump some loser online?"
"Shut up," she scoffed.
They all started to laugh.
Laced with the fading traces of THC, she was barely able to remember why she started smoking in the first place. Sinking into the couch, Smoke 2 joints came on the stereo.
"Didn't we figure this one out last time?"
"Yeah probably."
They had decided to be clever, the two of them, and actually count out the number of joints Bradley was smoking in context of the song. Like so many other things, they instantly forgot the tally.
By the time Dave showed up with the beer they had, through combined efforts, consumed an entire bag of Cheetos. She had been careful to only use one hand in eating this toxically orange snack food and when she opened the door to let Dave in, his hands busy with the case of PBR, she smeared the orange film all over his face.
"Damn," he cried. "Got any more?"
"Thankfully no. Because we probably would have eaten those too." Lucy got up crumbling the empty bag and threw it away in the kitchen. Dave tossed her a beer.
These were the kind of kids that went out walking around at night and thought about stealing shopping carts or always had in depth discussions about starting their own band, even though none of them played instruments.
"Where's Joe? Off hiding in virtual reality?"
Lucy started laughing. "Tell him," she said.
"Joe and I are through."
"Really," Dave amused. "When did this happen?"
"About twenty minutes ago actually."
Dave cracked open his beer. She gulped hers.
"So what happened? I though we were all supposed to go out tonight."
"Yeah. He sent me an instant message today claiming it was imperative that he stay home tonight for his guild's scheduled raid."
"Holy shit! That's like the third weekend in a row!"
"I know."
"So what? Did you just call him?"
"No! Better!" Lucy chimed in.
"I signed on to the game and whispered for him to meet me outside of Stormwind."
"No fucking way!"
"I got my character dancing and shouted for all of Warcraft to read that he was an asshole and would never be fucking me again."
"Holy shit!"
"Yeah."
The three sat down on the couch together, beers in hand, and listened as Date Rape came on the stereo. "So basically you spent fifty bucks to date and dump some loser online?"
"Shut up," she scoffed.
They all started to laugh.
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