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Post by MAX BLEU on Aug 1, 2011 14:21:45 GMT -5
listen! we've got a situation
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"Hello?!"
Maxine waltzed into the club. She had her first job interview today. Supposed to be meeting the owner. Jon or something. It didn't really mater what his name was, as long as she got what she was after. Gracefully, Max plopped her rear into an empty chair, ready to show off her mad skills.
Pulling out a tiny glass jar of tobacco and her pipe, Max got comfy. She reclined in her chair a bit, preparing to wait. At this point, she was occupying her time with blowing smoke rings. And she could do some letters too. Her goal was to be able to spell words, although, right now, she wasn't focused enough on what she was doing to make any progress
About half an hour passed, and there was still no sign of the guy.
This mean it was time to explore. Maxine repacked and lit her pipe, making sure to smoke enough so that the room smelled like vanilla.
'Better check to see if anyone is here...'
she thought.
Only one way to do that...
"HEY ASS HAT."
Not only did it echo,
it sounded legit too.
She smirked, happy with herself.
Max could've sworn she heard noise somewhere so she decided to be nosy and poke around. Doors were opened, boxes were opened, bottles had swigs taken from them, shelves were messed up. The whole kip and kaboodle.
At last she came to a door that was slightly ajar. So Maxed poked her head in. Some guy was in there lighting up. Rolling blunts. And getting fuuucked up. She wanted in. So max stepped into the room entirely, and blew some vanilla scented goodness into the guys face.
"Hey bud. Care to share?"
tag ! Jon ! lyrics ! we are the young , MCFLY ! notes ! notes here ! credit ! ALICIA the LISH ! steal and cucumber shankage occurs.
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Post by JONATHON ROSSUM on Sept 11, 2011 4:10:54 GMT -5
Ugh. The best way to treat a hangover? Get wasted. Still, it would be alcoholic-y to start slamming back Vodka at one in the afternoon. And, well, Amy was getting on his case about not being an alcoholic... which he wasn't. Just because he enjoyed drinking on the occasion, doesn't mean he was an alcoholic. Though, the fact that he felt ill if he didn't for too long might indicate some sort of substance abuse problem but... But who the fuck was Amy? Dr. Drew? No, he was pretty sure she was Amy. So, yeah. So, what now? Joint. Yes, he did have some grade a shit. Purple haze baby, and it was delicious to the nostrils. He set to work, the sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose blocking that pesky thing called light. Despite being at work, he was hardly dressed professionally. Pajama pants, converse sans socks, a tee shirt he wasn't even sure what the fuck was on it. His hair was unkempt, mostly because.... effort. It wasn't working for him. Next best thing? BEANIE. Done and done. As he finished the deseeding process for his third joint, and licking the edges of the paper- tantalizing his tongue- readying to start lighting up... when a little blond thing was standing in his doorway. Looking over the top of his sunglasses, he gauged her instantly. Just as he did any girl. Blonds weren't usually his thing. Wide jaw. But nice tits. Interesting eyes. Long legs. [img src=" "] She entered casually, like they were old friends, and Jon couldn't help but grin. Shwagger. She swagger. Nice. The smell of vanilla and tobacco filled his nostrils, burning his already sensitive black and red eyes. "Sure Jellybean, pop a squat." Jon said, kicking a chair out for her. Lighting up, he took a deep inhale, holding it in for a moment. Oh yes. Purple haze baby. Making errything in the world nice and fly. "Not that I mind the company-" He said, exhaling a stream of smoke. "But is there any particular reason you're in my club? It's not quite lively yet..." Oh hi there outfit. |
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