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Fisher Majors ([info]hearitbleed) wrote in [info]halcyon_houses,
@ 2008-11-19 19:19:00

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Entry tags:fisher, ita

Week 22- Saturday
Who: Ita and Fisher
What: Home baked happiness
Where: Fisher's room
When: Evening
Why: Because Ita is as sweet as gooseberry pie

Saturday had been blissfully inactive. Fisher spent the day hiding in his room, reading a few good books and enjoying the quiet. His shirt was hanging on the back of his desk chair, since sometime around lunch it had gotten too hot to handle. His kilt, however, was cool enough to keep on. Currently he was surfing the web, reading a few online comics and checking out what was going on in the world, according to Yahoo.com.

His stomach gurgled hungrily. It was almost five, which meant (according to his internal clock) it was almost time to eat. After six months of having a set eating schedule, it was hard to just let your body decide for itself when a good time for food was. Fisher rubbed his tummy a little, hoping this might fool it into thinking it was eating already. To be honest, he was feeling too damn lazy to get up and get some food. Maybe he'd go out to town tonight and try out that Italian bistro. But then he might run into James again, and... He shook his head. No, maybe he'd order a pizza and eat in his room instead.

His bedroom was pretty damn nice, considering. The old man who'd put him at Halcyon had provided him with a considerable bank account, and since Fisher didn't really need to buy food or clothing he'd decided to spruce up the basic room he'd been given. Of course, since he lived alone he was required to call St. Joseph Rehabilitation Center once a day to confirm that he was clean, sober and most importantly, alive. It had been in the fine print of the agreement with the old man, but as Fisher didn't plan to die anytime soon he felt it was fair enough.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, causing Fisher to snap to attention. He wasn't expecting anyone. Brushing his hair out of his eyes (but not bothering to put a damn shirt on), he went over and opened it. He hadn't been expecting company, and who he saw truly surprised him.

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-21 09:48 pm UTC (link)
Aside from the nightmares, Ita's meeting with Fisher had only made her happy. She knew her parents were happy... ish. And they were proud of her. She also knew who had done it, and why. Maybe not exactly, but really, how many sorceresses could there be? Especially ones who work in pairs and use fire magic. Someone had to know.

She hd been trying to think of a way to thank him, and she didn't know him well enough to know what he'd really like, so she went to her default - cooking. And who didn't like pie?

And that was why she was knocking on his door. When it opened, she smiled her sweet as pie smile, and held up the pie. "I hope you like peaches?"

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-21 09:59 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, wow," he said, immediately hiding his arms behind his back. "You made a pie." He stared at it a moment, dumbfounded, before realizing there was a girl on the opposite end of the pie. "You made a pie!" he repeated, but cheerily this time. "Yeah, I love peaches. Who doesn't? They would have no soul." He stepped aside and gestured for her to enter.

"Wow, you didn't have to do this," he said, studying the confection closely. It looked really damn good. "Did you bake this yourself?" He reached out and took his treat from her, smiling at its adorable little pocketness. But then he noticed his arms were exposed. His bare arms. With nasty drug tracks stamped on them like failure notices. Hastily retreating them back towards his body (but making sure not to drop his lovely peach dessert), he moved across the room to place the pie gently on his desk. And while he was over there, he grabbed his shirt and "nonchalantly" pulled it on.

"Thanks, Ita," he said, still embarassed. "But you didn't need to bake for me." He paused. "Why exactly did you bake for me?"

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-21 10:18 pm UTC (link)
Ita had to chuckle at his comment. "I'll have to put that in my cookbook" People who don't like peaches have no soul. It made her giggle again. Stepping in, she nodded. "Mmmhmm. That's what I do. I'm a cook."

The blond was pretty much the oblivious stereotype, but his movement was hard not to notice. She saw the drug tracks, and she recognized them - she'd known more than one person who'd needed help. And her heart squeezed a bit for her new friend.

"Oh, for translating for my parents. You didn't have to, and you did. It wouldn't be fun, I imagine having strange ghosts pestering you. And it was..." Smiling softly, she was too choked up to finish her thought. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" she asked, seating herself on the bed.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-21 10:29 pm UTC (link)
Ita was a very sweet girl, made all the sweeter because she did not call attention to the (quote) "ugly ass scars all over my arms" (unquote).

"Well, um... it wasn't a big deal, to be honest." But that wasn't gonna stop him from digging in to his new pie. He grabbed a fork and took a bite, savoring all the intricate flavors that danced on his tongue. "Fun?" he asked, sitting on the bed and offering a plastic fork and the pie to Ita. "Um... well, I've kind of had to redefine fun as of late." Eight months ago his idea of fun would've been to get high. Six months ago it would've been making pipe cleaner crafts on Thursday nights in the rehab center's "relaxation lounge". Two months ago it would've been trying to pester Lilly Ann, a former druggie/stripper, into giving everyone a table dance. Now, though... now he had to fend for himself.

"I really don't know," he told Ita with all sincerity. He took another bite of peach heaven and mulled it over some more. "I expected to be able to relax upon coming to Halcyon, but since I've gotten here it's been nothing but... odd." He shrugged. "Why don't you tell me what's fun, so I can get an idea as to what I like."

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-23 05:26 pm UTC (link)
"What kind of odd? Are there a lot of ghosts here?" She hoped he wasn't having a lot of problems here.

Surprised at his question, she paused for a moment, her mouth in a little 'O'. Then she smiled. "Oh, well, I like to cook. But, in general, there's a bar and strip club in town a lot of students like to go to. There's also all the beaches. A lot of people surf and stuff. I'm hoping when winter comes it'll snow so I can ski, too. Um, I also like shopping, but I don't know if you do." That was a basic idea of what she liked doing, though there could easily be more if she was pressed for it.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-25 01:47 pm UTC (link)
There were a surprising lack of ghosts at Halcyon, for which Fisher was eternally grateful. But there were enough. "Well, you know last Friday when they opened the Mundus Stone and let everyone out of Hades?" He smiled ironically. "What it all comes down to is I shouldn't have gone outside." That seemed to be all he was inclined to say on the matter, though anyone could tell there was a long and complicated story behind it.

"Oh, darn!" he lamented happily. "I don't do any of those things. Well, okay," he admitted, "I do like shopping. And it doesn't look it right now-" he said, indicating his skinny frame, "but I'm a fan of eating. I'm actually really glad you stopped by with this pie, I'm starving and I didn't feel like going out." He hadn't left his room very often for the past week.

"I've been... well, stressed, to put it mildly." Very mildly. "But moping around here won't change that, huh?" He smiled at Ita. "Thanks for coming over," he said again. "You're like... a little person-shaped ball of sunshine. With peach pie," he added, taking another bite. "Mmm. Love it."

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-25 07:56 pm UTC (link)
"Oh no..." Ita sympathized. "Why'd you go out? They said it was safe inside. I didn't want to go out..." she trailed off. Now she knew ghosts hung around, it did kind of scare her a bit. Especially since she couldn't sense them at all. She was used to having superior senses to those around her.

"Well, I do love to cook! And I can't possibly eat all of what I cook. And we could totally go shopping together!" Smiling at the bit about the pie, she shook her head and admonished good naturedly, "You need something better than pie!"

But her smile was quickly replaced by a look of concern. "What's wrong? What's stressing you out? I mean, if you want to say..." she added. She knew what it was like to not want to talk. At his description of her, she gave him a bright smile, and a little giggle. "Um, I try?" she laughed. It was quite the compliment, in her opinion.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-26 09:01 pm UTC (link)
"Are you kidding me?" Fisher teased. "Pie is the perfect food. You have all the food groups involved. The crust, that's grain, and you dust egg on there, don't you? That's protein. And peaches are fruits, very good for you. And since you obviously didn't used canned peaches, that's all the better. Is that cinnamon on there? That's a vegetable!" He grinned. "See? Health all the way." With that, he took another forkful. "Of course, if you ever want to feed me something more substantial, well... I couldn't possibly say no to that."

Her concern over his stress made her all the more endearing. God, if she were any sweeter he probably would have hated her. But how could you hate someone who so genuinely wanted to be your friend with no selfish motives behind it? "I had a bad night," he confessed to her. "Several, actually. Friday before last was... just awful. And weird, very weird." It was easy to open up to Ita, even though he didn't really want to. But talking about it was kind of helping. "I got possessed," he told her. "By a ghost. It was the first time." He paused, then added, "I threw up. And cried. It totally sucked."

Ita was such a good listener, and made all the appropriate noises of interest and faces of concern that Fisher just kept spilling. "And then just this past Thursday I went out to get drunk and found myself hanging out with this guy who I thought was totally insane. But he turned out to be pretty cool, and I'm not sure what to do with that." Fisher half-smiled. "I think I like him. Not like like him, but like him enough not to hate him. And I felt really comfortable hating him. He's the type of guy I've always hated. I almost turned into that guy, which I guess is why I hate them so much." He shook his head. "His name is James. Do you know him?"

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-26 09:18 pm UTC (link)
Laughing, Ita could only roll her eyes at his logic. "Ok, if you want a 'healthy'" - she did the air quotes even - "pie, I'll make you a meat pie, like tortiere or mince pie or something. Dessert pie is not healthy. And I may just have to make you something more substantial at some point. Especially if you're only eating pie on a regular basis."

"Oh my God! They can do that?!" Ita was shocked, and scared for her friend. "Are you protected here?" she whispered. "Someone should be able to protect you, and show you how to do it yourself." Nodding for emphasis, the elemental was more than certain that there was someone here who was capable of these things.

"Oh... Well, what about him did you like? And what do you mean, you almost turned into him?" She was listening to him, and her face showed she was concerned, and listening intently. "Oh, maybe. James is a common name, but I do know a James. Not well. But a little. What's this James like?"

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-27 09:51 am UTC (link)
"No," Fisher explained, "generally speaking ghosts can't do that. At least, none I had ever encountered before. But this was a special circumstance. The ghost was a psychic, the girl he wanted to talk to was a memory specialist, and I'm a bridge between the two. So when they both touched me, it was like..." He made a fireball/explosion motion with his hands, the fork still perched in the right one. "Boom. Crazy paranormal madness." Of course there had been a lot more to it than that, but he felt that summed it up pretty damn well. "I'm sure I'm safe in the school," he reassured Ita. "And if I hadn't gone outside I would've been fine then, too. But I was just... I guess curious." He shrugged. "It was kind of neat to learn I was capable of doing that stuff- going into other people's head, that is. And having them come into mine. A huge violation of privacy, granted, but still interesting." Apparently, any and all education he would get at Halcyon would be 100 times more useful than anything he'd learned at college.

"But enough about that. Let me tell you about James, maybe you know him. His last name is McCafferty, if that helps. I only know because his mom told me. She's dead," he explained. "Anyway. He's... hmm... how to explain James? Arrogant. Rude. Self-centered. He's really handsome and he knows it, and that makes him that much more irritating. You ever watch that show 'House'? He's like Dr. House, if House was a 21 year old underwear model with blonde hair." Fisher chewed on a bite of pie thoughtfully. "He came from a rich family. You can just tell because he thinks he's better than everyone. Hell," Fisher snorted, "he wore a hundred dollar suit out to a bar. A crappy bar at that." Shaking his head, Fisher's memory recalled James in all his annoying splendor.

"I came from a rich family, too, so I almost turned out like James. Hell, if I hadn't been a medium, I think I would've become exactly like him. My parents let me coast through life. And I'll admit, if I wasn't so gloomy I'd probably be quite handsome. But people like James..." Fisher frowned. "Having spent some time on the low end of the spectrum, let's just say I'm really glad I'm nothing like him. But just being around him reminds me of what I could have been, and it bugs the shit outta me."

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-27 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Ita cringed a bit at his explanation. It all sounded so... violent. Besides, her mind was busy enough with her own thoughts, never mind someone else's. She did, however, understand about the curiosity. She was rather fearless, when it came down to it, and did tings she shouldn't because she wasn't afraid of the danger.

Frowning, the blond had to disagree with Fisher's explanation. But then, she could easily see the good in everyone, often to the extent of totally ignoring the bad. "I do know him... I don't think he's all that bad." But that was really all she was going to say on the matter. They could disagree, and they certainly didn't have to like the same people.

Giggling, Ita had to correct him. "Don't you know? Girls like the dreary ones. Men are supposed to be physically strong, and a lot of girls can't compete with that. So... a guy who needs support in other ways is exactly what they need. Girls like to feel needed, too." And yes, it was that simple to her. "Besides, the long hair looks good on you. And you have a nice smile, even if you don't use it as much as you should." Smiling to show she meant it, she gave the room a look around. It was a very nice room. Fisher had a flair for style.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-27 08:34 pm UTC (link)
It did not surprise Fisher that Ita knew James. After all, he seemed to be the type who liked having beautiful girls dripping off his arms, and Ita certainly fit that standard. He didn't think anything might become of James' attempts at wooing, if any had been made. James was too materialistic and Ita was far too sweet for a guy like that.

"It's not that I think he's bad," Fisher explained. "He's just full of himself. He may not show it to you because, to be honest, you're a girl. He probably wants you to see the best of him." He paused a moment. "But you're right... he's not bad. Actually, he was very thoughtful when we went to the beach the other night. We went swimming, even though it was cold." Fisher smiled, a secret kind of smile that meant he was reliving the memory. "He didn't let me drown."

As Ita explained the likes and dislikes of females, Fisher could not help but laugh. "I don't know if I quite agree with your theories," he said lightly, "but it actually would make a lot of sense. A lot of girls I used to know said their boyfriends never opened up. A lot of mine never did." He paused, frowned. "I suppose I didn't either," he admitted. "Hence the gloominess. But I can tell you from personal experience that someone is only willing to tolerate your dreadiness for so long. It gets tedious if you never happy up."

He had to blush at the compliments, since they were few and far between. "Thank you," he said earnestly. "I used to have a lesbian haircut, looked fierce and terrible. I think longer is better for me." He tossed his hair dramatically, flashing Ita a winning smile.

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-28 06:55 pm UTC (link)
To be honest, that was the group Ita usually fit into - the jocks, the preps, the hot guys with beautiful girls falling all over them. But Ita liked people, all kinds of people. She never limited herself to one group of people, and she never tolerated or succumbed to the suggestion that she should be more selective in her choice of friends. She hated prejudice and discrimination. She had suspended on more than one occasion for fighting in defense of someone who needed it. Less often as she got older, since the bullies tended to be bigger than her at that point. Though, anyone who dared to touch a hair on her head could be sure of a visit from the football team. Yes, the entire team.

Quirking an eyebrow, Ita had to ask, "Do you not know how to swim? Cuz I could teach you, being a water elemental. Makes it easy." She smiled reassuringly.

Ita frowned. "There's a difference between someone who's just constantly gloomy, and someone who has a reason to be morose." Someone who has a reason to be morose deserves all the time they need. And since you can never tell if someone does have a reason, it's best to give the benefit of the doubt." She nodded to affirm her own statement.

"Lesbian hair?!" the blond laughed. "Long definitely works on you," she smiled, reaching up to touch it. She did not have a very good concept of personal bubbles, even though she tried.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-29 05:28 pm UTC (link)
"No, no, I do know how to swim," Fisher explained. "It's sort of an inside joke. Sorry." He looked at her thoughtfully. "A water elemental? That's really neat. What kind of stuff can you do, aside from drenching people who are talking to your ghost parents?" He remembered well that as he'd spoken with Ita about her folks, she'd somehow managed to dampen his clothing a few times.

As Ita reached out to touch his hair, Fisher froze. Not completely, and not noticeable, but he did just the same. He wasn't the type of person most people wanted to reach out and hug, so he wasn't used to finding a random hand on him for any reason. But there isn't a person alive who doesn't like their heads touched, so as Ita played with his hair (which smelled like fresh green apples, thank you very much) he didn't even try to stop her. "I like it long too," he said conversationally. "A friend of mine used to braid it in my college biology lecture. She did these French braids once that stayed in for a week."

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-29 10:42 pm UTC (link)
Ita smiled the smile that someone who has no idea what you're talking about smiles. But she seemed unfazed by that. "Oh, I can manipulate water and heal a little. And when I'm submersed, I can become water." At the mention of her slight hysterics, the smile fled from her face, and she grew solemn. "I can pull water from the air... I do it sometimes when I'm scared. A defense, I think. I do it when I... when I have nightmares about my parents," she admitted, softly. But her solemnity was only temporary, as she moved on to other topics.

The blond practically squeed in delight. "Can I braid your hair? Sometime I mean. It would be fun. What'd you major in?" She thought she might have already asked, but she couldn't remember.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-12-01 07:26 pm UTC (link)
Fisher was wholly impressed. "You can become water?" he gaped. "That's terrific! That's a lot better than talking to a lot of dead people you've never met before. Although that has its advantages," he added hastily, since (duh) Ita had a few dead relatives she would probably love to talk to one on one. "I mean, I wouldn't have met you if I couldn't."

When Ita squeed, Fisher was taken aback. People didn't usually explode their happiness all over him, and he wasn't sure what to think. Ita also didn't seem to realize that not everyone spoke 'Ita', which meant that not everyone could just hop from one subject to another in a single sentence. "Oh, um, uh, sure, I guess you could. I'd need to get some hairties, though." He didn't have any to speak of. What kind of braids would she give him, anyway? Pigtails? Cornrows? That might be pretty sweet, he thought to himself. Though I'd look ridiculous.

Then he realized there'd been another question hidden in Ita's sudden outburst, one not regarding his hair. "Music Theory," he told her. "I went to Tisch. It's part of NYU. Really good art school." It had been, too. He'd gotten to learn hands on what the music industry would be like, how to record in a real studio, what the entire process entailed.

"What about you, Ita? What do you want to be when you grow up?"

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-12-01 08:41 pm UTC (link)
Giggling, Ita smiled, "Well, it's only sort of cool. Like, my body wants to become water. So, it's difficult to keep a solid shape when I'm in the water. I get headaches if I try too long. And kind of sick." Smiling softly, she patted his hand. "I'm glad we met."

Giggling again, this time in victory, she squirmed a bit in what could have been a victory dance if she had been standing. "Awesome. And no problem. I have plenty."

"Music theory?" she asked. "What does that cover, exactly?"

"Oh! I'm going to be a professional chef. I mean, I already have a degree, but there's a lot more to learn about being a great chef."

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-12-02 12:31 am UTC (link)
"Well, they say our bodies are about 80% water anyway. I guess yours just wants to convert the other 20% too."

Okay, hair touching was one thing, but hand patting was quite another. Fisher became very uncomfortable. He didn't yank his hand away, and tried not to be obvious, but again, he wasn't someone people liked to touch often. Hugs, hand touching, hair braiding... it was like Ita was made of pins and Fisher's personal bubble was in a constant state of compromise. Maybe it would be a good thing, though. Teach him to open up more. If anyone could do it, surely it would be Little Miss Sunshine.

"Music Theory... well, basically you learn the mechanics of music. How to read patterns in composure, indentifying rhythms, tones, etc. It's a fancy way of saying learning how to make music. A pretty useless major, when you get right down to it. All it taught me was how to hate songs I used to love and become a music snob." He smiled, though he was only half-kidding. Music theory had made him hate boy bands more than ever, but had brought new appreciation to classical music. Even if it did still put him to sleep.

"A chef, huh? I might have guessed." There was no way Ita had a degree already! What was she, twenty? She looked so young, it seemed impossible that she had even set foot into a college, let alone gotten a degree from one. "You seem too young to have a degree," he admitted. "Are you super smart or just visually deceptive?"

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-12-02 09:58 pm UTC (link)
Ita giggled. That was a cool way of thinking about it!

The blond was actually pretty good at recognizing when her physical attentions were not welcomed. It actually happened frequently, so she knew the signs. Tilting her head, she said gently, "You can tell me if I get too touchy-feely. I won't be offended."

"That is so cool! Do you write music then? Aww, that's kind of sad, though. That you don't like what you used to." It was kind of sad. Even though she knew what a true masterpiece was, she could still dig a fast food burger. Sometimes worthless... really wasn't.

Laughing, Ita exclaimed, "That's awesome! Visually deceptive!" It took a moment to calm her chuckles, but she shook her head. "No, it's only an Associate's degree, two years. But I can get a Bachelor's at some point. That's my plan. I have plenty of time, though. Elementals live for a long time."

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-12-04 01:55 pm UTC (link)
"It's okay," Fisher assured her, though he did withdraw his hand and cross his arms. "I'm just not used to physical people is all." At least, not kind physical people. Drug dealers were pretty damn physical, all right.

Again, Ita was all over the place and Fisher needed a moment to catch up. So he stared at her a few seconds, blankly, until his brain caught up with her words and their meaning. "Yeah, I write music. I also play guitar. And bass. And the trumpet." He shrugged. "Fifth grade band." Playing the trumpet also meant he could play almost any other brass instrument, including French horn, tuba, trombone and quite possibly the sousaphone. But there was no sense in bragging. "I used to be in a couple bands. Actually," he said, laughing, "when I think about my adult life, it reminds myself of a VH1 special. I started out in some crappy bands playing at crappy bars, then a decent band playing for clubs, then came the drugs and sex, and the booze, and then it all gets washed away because I went crazy, and then I do a stint in rehab and now I'm back to record better, more profound music that speaks to my generation." He smiled at Ita. "Disclaimer: Dramatization. Actual events may differ from what has been depicted." Giggling a little, he shoved Ita gently. "Watch out," he warned her, "on the TV movie of my life, they might depict you as a groupie. Or the pretty blonde girl who saves me and shows me the word of God."

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-12-04 09:57 pm UTC (link)
Well, in Ita's opinion, that was more than enough reason for her to be all the more touchy feely - show him what physical contact was supposed to be. But she knew when to give people their space. Overload would not make it a pleasant experience.

"Oh! Can I hear it? Something you've written? What kind of music do you write?" Yep, there was her stream of consciousness speaking. She couldn't help it - there was no real filter. The elemental frowned as he made his comparison. It made her sad to think that he'd been so on top of things and then lost it to something as trivial as drugs, sex, and booze. She had no real problems with recreational use, but she knew that there was a risk with most stuff. Personally, she stuck to pot. It was safe. At the push, she actually looked surprised, caught up in her own musings, but then she laughed. "I can't be a groupie! I've never seen your band!" The God bit made her laugh harder. She didn't believe in anything, so it was quite amusing. "Oh, yes, that would totally happen." Rolling her eyes, she chuckled again.

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