| After-Party |
[01 Apr 2009|06:47pm] |
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Now that it was later at night, and some people had gone home, the doors were closed and the music was lowered. Everyone that was left was sitting around the living area. After flashing Rhiannon the baggy of weed, and getting the go ahead, Purity leaned across the table and pulled out some papers. While everyone talked the witch made two joints before sitting up again and tossing one towards the Slayer. "Rhi, catch." Purity settled back on the couch, lifting a box of matches, the witch sparked one to life. The flame flickered before being pulled towards the spliff. Quietly the paper crackled as it lit, the end glowing red as the witch breathed in. Slowly smoke curled up, like a haze before her eyes, until she let her head fall back and exhaled.
Rhiannon, who was off guard while she nursed a cup of vodka and tonic, attempted to catch the joint left-handed, but it bounced off her palm and landed in the neck of her tank top. "Shit... Purity!" she laughed and retrieved it. "Be glad that didn't land in my cup... Fucking reflexes." Having been drinking steadily for a few hours, her motor skills were beginning to notice the difference. She set down her cup and fished a lighter out of her jeans pocket. Once she ignited the paper, she puffed on it and passed it to the side.
( Fire It Up. )
( Place Your Bets. )
( Inhale. Exhale. )
( That's What You Call Paranoia. )
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