Carrots

13 March 2008

She was smoking hot that night, she was also smoking cigarettes like hell. We practically fogged the whole place up with nicotine infested smoke. I meant to calm her down, perhaps dooby might have done the job faster but I had to make do. My one month salary's worth of stash was ashed at the night before's rave, I still have some left over, but I'm not sharing. Lucky enough, I have beer left-over, no one drank much after we went farther than cloud nine. Anyway, there she was on my beanbag, her top was askew, her shorts were so damn short, she looked so hot. Dammit, I'm smashed.

There she goes, ranting about the greater of the sins of the night before. She was like the queen of my studio, asking for beer, asking for smokes, asking for weed, complaining that I had no weed to give. I even thought she'd blame me for what her boyfriend did, it was my party after all, but she wasn't that smashed. I myself believe that it was my fault (Yes, I was that smashed, have I not emphasized that enough?), perhaps partly my fault. I did provide the venue (my small apartment), the opportunity (the for-no-reason-at-all party), and the partial motivation (the booze and the weed) for the sin. Which was of course, her boyfriend fucking Demi in front of everyone. To be followed by Carrots seeing them both, her boyfriend (Jude) not giving a damn, Carrots locking herself in my room, and awkward silences galore that killed the party. Well, I'm not complaining much, I have her here.

To be continued

 

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