Prompt 358- Ecstasy: "Never Again"
Title: Never Again
Author: Sonja Jade
Series: Brotherhood
Word Count: 1670
Rating: T
Characters: Roy/Riza, Rebecca, Braeda
Summary: Rebecca convinces Riza that the little pill in her hand is way better than that skunk weed her boyfriend smokes. But once that little pill wears off, Riza’s positive she’s never going to listen to her friend ever again.
Warnings: Underage drinking, hard drug use, High School AU, NO BETA
Author’s Notes: Part of the Stoner Series
Prompt: Ecstasy
A maxi dress went flying past Riza’s head. She sighed. “Just pick something, we’re already late, Rebecca.”
A frustrated growl came from inside the closet. “I might meet the man of my dreams at this party and you’re rushing me? Christ, Riza! Not everyone is as easy to please as that burn-out you’re fucking engaged to!” Three more dresses went sailing through the air before Riza’s very eccentric and one track minded friend had an ‘ah-ha!’ moment and she settled on something. She dressed quickly, stepping into strappy wedges and grabbing a cute little purse. She loaded it up with her phone and house key, fake ID and some cash, and then she pulled a tiny tin of mini-Altoids from her bigger purse and opened it up.
“I got something to make the night a little interesting,” she said, her mouth curled into a mischievous grin.
Riza frowned at her. “What the hell, Rebecca? You said you weren’t interested in getting high- like ever!”
She brushed her comments off and untwisted a scrap of a baggie. She pulled out two little pills before closing the whole thing back up and tucking it in her party handbag. “This is nothing like what you’re used to. Weed is like being tired and walking in mud. This is like being a child again, playing at your favorite playground with your favorite friend, eating your favorite ice cream.”
Riza crossed her arms. While the idea of a high like that was appealing, she also didn’t want to become some kind of addict that ended up dead on the news. “I don’t want to do anything more than weed. I’m sure if you ask a meth-head, they’ve got great things to say about meth.”
Now it was Rebecca’s turn to cross her arms. “I can’t believe you right now. I would never give you something that would put you in danger. Ecstasy is completely safe! It’s not habit forming chemically! You can take one and not be hooked!”
“Well you seem pretty hooked to me!”
“I only take it at parties! Besides- it’s too expensive to take all the time! It just makes a great time even better!” She handed the pill to Riza. “Don’t be such a baby, Riz. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to take any more of it.”
She went on to say it lasted about four to five hours, and when she woke up in the morning she might feel like she had a hangover, but that was all. Despite not being 100% sure about the ecstasy, she was 100% sure Rebecca wouldn’t give her something that would put her in life-threatening danger. She took the pill and swallowed it down with what was left in her water bottle and Rebecca did the same.
“Alright! Let’s par-tay!”
They left her room hand in hand, ready to start the night.
**********
Riza was sure she could hear and distinguish every single note coming through the speakers at Maes Hughes’ big house party. The flavor of her beer danced across her tongue in Technicolor clarity. The feel of Roy’s hands on her waist as they danced was a sensation that she couldn’t equate to anything else- the topography of his palms pressed into the oceans of her skin and she laughed into his kisses. Everything was so beautiful and magical and perfect, it was easy to see what it was Rebecca liked about Ecstasy.
Roy leaned forward and nibbled on her ear and it felt like a lick of flame against her. She groaned and his grip slid to her hips.
“Maybe we should go back to my place,” he commented, tugging her gently against his body.
Riza whined playfully. “Do we have to? I mean, just a little longer, baby…”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you drunk?”
She laughed and caught his lips in a wet kiss. “Only on you, Roy.” She smelled his throat- a fragrance that was fresh, earthy, and spicy with hints of ‘Chinese Eyes’. “My god, you smell amazing.”
The music thumped around them like a heartbeat in the floorboards, and the conversations filling in the rest of the auditory space seemed to thrum with excitement and joy. And from far away, she heard Braeda’s rich baritone approaching. She turned toward the sound of his voice.
“Roy, we gotta talk, let’s step outside for a bit.” He patted Riza’s shoulder and she smiled at him as if he were a god. The weight of his touch was so gentle and calming, and she couldn’t help but reach up and rub her fingertips against the shaved parts of his hair. Roy guided her to begin walking though and she couldn’t continue to touch the prickly auburn buzz cut as she liked.
They walked outside to the patio, where a blissful breeze was blowing. Riza stepped out of Roy’s embrace to throw her arms open wide and stand in the wind. She heard Braeda’s voice drop and listened as she heard him tell Roy about the ecstasy.
“Jesus, no wonder she’s acting so strange,” Roy grumbled.
“She’s gonna drop hard,” Braeda replied, as if she couldn’t hear every word he said. “She’s not used to doing anything very heavy. Maybe you should take her home, get her into bed before it wears off.”
Roy agreed with him and before he could make it to her side, she turned around and said, “We’re not leaving until I get to touch Braeda’s hair again.”
Roy stared at her (with his deep onyx eyes that had the barest glints of slate gray and steel in them), seemingly at odds with himself how to handle her at the pinnacle of her ecstasy experience. Luckily Braeda was happy to sit down in a lawn chair beside her and give her three minutes of joy with his red locks.
But when she started rubbing her cheeks against the burred sides of his head, Roy tugged her away, taking her back to his pool house apartment in his Aunt’s back yard, getting her naked and into his bed. After quite possibly the best sex of her life, she drifted off to sleep in his arms, the feel of soft, buttery smooth, fragrant sheets surrounding them both.
***********
The next morning, the world seemed gray. It wasn’t warm enough in Roy’s arms for her, the sunlight coming through the windows seemed to be glaring instead of warm and glowing. Roy’s light snores (usually so cute and endearing) were grating and annoying. The sheets felt too rough and she smelled like she’d spilled beer down her chest.
“Ugh,” she said with a groan, rolling away from Roy and eventually going to take a shower in his tiny bathroom.
His soaps didn’t smell right to her, the water not refreshing. It was like everything was in complete contrast to the way she’d experienced it the night before. She toweled off with a frown and set about getting something to eat. Everything tasted like cardboard and in a weird way, she felt like bursting into tears.
Her phone had several messages from Rebecca, some asking where she’d gone, others asking if she was enjoying her high, and then one from that very morning asking how she was faring afterward.
“Feel like shit, everything sucks. Never again,” she texted back.
A few moments later, she received a response: “Dopamine and serotonin all used up last night. Will take a day or two to recharge.”
She sighed through her nose, quickly texted back, “Never again,” once more, then slammed the phone down on the couch.
Roy sat up, wiping his eyes. “Hey,” he said with a yawn.
“Hey.” She sounded ready to punch something in the face, even to herself.
“How do you feel?” he asked, getting out of bed naked and walking to the bathroom.
“Shitty. Depressed. Maybe embarrassed and ashamed.”
He shook his head as he used the toilet, leaving the door open so they could continue their conversation.
“Nah, we’ve all tried it. And it’s great when it’s there and happening. But then it’s gone and everything sucks.” He flushed and washed his hands. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
Riza shook her head and he sat down beside her on the sofa. “I can’t decide if I want to curl up and listen to Morrisey or cry.”
“If you listen to Morrisey, I’ll cry,” he commented with a grin. “How about we start with something simple, like a bowl of greens. Then we can go to Waffle House and get something to eat, and maybe we can spend the afternoon reading in the park on a blanket in the sun.”
Riza took his hand, the ruby ring that belonged to Roy’s mother sparkling on her finger. “You’re not mad at me?” she asked quietly.
“Of course not,” he answered, leaning in to kiss her. “But next time you want to try something, ask me. I’ve tried just about everything and can give you a run down. Besides- there’s a reason weed is the only thing I do now.”
Once dressed and on their way to get something to eat, the world seemed to get a little color back into it. And why did she ever think she needed anything other than the young man beside her to enjoy life? She took his hand and squeezed. The feeling of having someone beside her that would watch her back always was a more ecstatic feeling than any of the ones she’s had at the party.
Author: Sonja Jade
Series: Brotherhood
Word Count: 1670
Rating: T
Characters: Roy/Riza, Rebecca, Braeda
Summary: Rebecca convinces Riza that the little pill in her hand is way better than that skunk weed her boyfriend smokes. But once that little pill wears off, Riza’s positive she’s never going to listen to her friend ever again.
Warnings: Underage drinking, hard drug use, High School AU, NO BETA
Author’s Notes: Part of the Stoner Series
Prompt: Ecstasy
A maxi dress went flying past Riza’s head. She sighed. “Just pick something, we’re already late, Rebecca.”
A frustrated growl came from inside the closet. “I might meet the man of my dreams at this party and you’re rushing me? Christ, Riza! Not everyone is as easy to please as that burn-out you’re fucking engaged to!” Three more dresses went sailing through the air before Riza’s very eccentric and one track minded friend had an ‘ah-ha!’ moment and she settled on something. She dressed quickly, stepping into strappy wedges and grabbing a cute little purse. She loaded it up with her phone and house key, fake ID and some cash, and then she pulled a tiny tin of mini-Altoids from her bigger purse and opened it up.
“I got something to make the night a little interesting,” she said, her mouth curled into a mischievous grin.
Riza frowned at her. “What the hell, Rebecca? You said you weren’t interested in getting high- like ever!”
She brushed her comments off and untwisted a scrap of a baggie. She pulled out two little pills before closing the whole thing back up and tucking it in her party handbag. “This is nothing like what you’re used to. Weed is like being tired and walking in mud. This is like being a child again, playing at your favorite playground with your favorite friend, eating your favorite ice cream.”
Riza crossed her arms. While the idea of a high like that was appealing, she also didn’t want to become some kind of addict that ended up dead on the news. “I don’t want to do anything more than weed. I’m sure if you ask a meth-head, they’ve got great things to say about meth.”
Now it was Rebecca’s turn to cross her arms. “I can’t believe you right now. I would never give you something that would put you in danger. Ecstasy is completely safe! It’s not habit forming chemically! You can take one and not be hooked!”
“Well you seem pretty hooked to me!”
“I only take it at parties! Besides- it’s too expensive to take all the time! It just makes a great time even better!” She handed the pill to Riza. “Don’t be such a baby, Riz. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to take any more of it.”
She went on to say it lasted about four to five hours, and when she woke up in the morning she might feel like she had a hangover, but that was all. Despite not being 100% sure about the ecstasy, she was 100% sure Rebecca wouldn’t give her something that would put her in life-threatening danger. She took the pill and swallowed it down with what was left in her water bottle and Rebecca did the same.
“Alright! Let’s par-tay!”
They left her room hand in hand, ready to start the night.
**********
Riza was sure she could hear and distinguish every single note coming through the speakers at Maes Hughes’ big house party. The flavor of her beer danced across her tongue in Technicolor clarity. The feel of Roy’s hands on her waist as they danced was a sensation that she couldn’t equate to anything else- the topography of his palms pressed into the oceans of her skin and she laughed into his kisses. Everything was so beautiful and magical and perfect, it was easy to see what it was Rebecca liked about Ecstasy.
Roy leaned forward and nibbled on her ear and it felt like a lick of flame against her. She groaned and his grip slid to her hips.
“Maybe we should go back to my place,” he commented, tugging her gently against his body.
Riza whined playfully. “Do we have to? I mean, just a little longer, baby…”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you drunk?”
She laughed and caught his lips in a wet kiss. “Only on you, Roy.” She smelled his throat- a fragrance that was fresh, earthy, and spicy with hints of ‘Chinese Eyes’. “My god, you smell amazing.”
The music thumped around them like a heartbeat in the floorboards, and the conversations filling in the rest of the auditory space seemed to thrum with excitement and joy. And from far away, she heard Braeda’s rich baritone approaching. She turned toward the sound of his voice.
“Roy, we gotta talk, let’s step outside for a bit.” He patted Riza’s shoulder and she smiled at him as if he were a god. The weight of his touch was so gentle and calming, and she couldn’t help but reach up and rub her fingertips against the shaved parts of his hair. Roy guided her to begin walking though and she couldn’t continue to touch the prickly auburn buzz cut as she liked.
They walked outside to the patio, where a blissful breeze was blowing. Riza stepped out of Roy’s embrace to throw her arms open wide and stand in the wind. She heard Braeda’s voice drop and listened as she heard him tell Roy about the ecstasy.
“Jesus, no wonder she’s acting so strange,” Roy grumbled.
“She’s gonna drop hard,” Braeda replied, as if she couldn’t hear every word he said. “She’s not used to doing anything very heavy. Maybe you should take her home, get her into bed before it wears off.”
Roy agreed with him and before he could make it to her side, she turned around and said, “We’re not leaving until I get to touch Braeda’s hair again.”
Roy stared at her (with his deep onyx eyes that had the barest glints of slate gray and steel in them), seemingly at odds with himself how to handle her at the pinnacle of her ecstasy experience. Luckily Braeda was happy to sit down in a lawn chair beside her and give her three minutes of joy with his red locks.
But when she started rubbing her cheeks against the burred sides of his head, Roy tugged her away, taking her back to his pool house apartment in his Aunt’s back yard, getting her naked and into his bed. After quite possibly the best sex of her life, she drifted off to sleep in his arms, the feel of soft, buttery smooth, fragrant sheets surrounding them both.
***********
The next morning, the world seemed gray. It wasn’t warm enough in Roy’s arms for her, the sunlight coming through the windows seemed to be glaring instead of warm and glowing. Roy’s light snores (usually so cute and endearing) were grating and annoying. The sheets felt too rough and she smelled like she’d spilled beer down her chest.
“Ugh,” she said with a groan, rolling away from Roy and eventually going to take a shower in his tiny bathroom.
His soaps didn’t smell right to her, the water not refreshing. It was like everything was in complete contrast to the way she’d experienced it the night before. She toweled off with a frown and set about getting something to eat. Everything tasted like cardboard and in a weird way, she felt like bursting into tears.
Her phone had several messages from Rebecca, some asking where she’d gone, others asking if she was enjoying her high, and then one from that very morning asking how she was faring afterward.
“Feel like shit, everything sucks. Never again,” she texted back.
A few moments later, she received a response: “Dopamine and serotonin all used up last night. Will take a day or two to recharge.”
She sighed through her nose, quickly texted back, “Never again,” once more, then slammed the phone down on the couch.
Roy sat up, wiping his eyes. “Hey,” he said with a yawn.
“Hey.” She sounded ready to punch something in the face, even to herself.
“How do you feel?” he asked, getting out of bed naked and walking to the bathroom.
“Shitty. Depressed. Maybe embarrassed and ashamed.”
He shook his head as he used the toilet, leaving the door open so they could continue their conversation.
“Nah, we’ve all tried it. And it’s great when it’s there and happening. But then it’s gone and everything sucks.” He flushed and washed his hands. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
Riza shook her head and he sat down beside her on the sofa. “I can’t decide if I want to curl up and listen to Morrisey or cry.”
“If you listen to Morrisey, I’ll cry,” he commented with a grin. “How about we start with something simple, like a bowl of greens. Then we can go to Waffle House and get something to eat, and maybe we can spend the afternoon reading in the park on a blanket in the sun.”
Riza took his hand, the ruby ring that belonged to Roy’s mother sparkling on her finger. “You’re not mad at me?” she asked quietly.
“Of course not,” he answered, leaning in to kiss her. “But next time you want to try something, ask me. I’ve tried just about everything and can give you a run down. Besides- there’s a reason weed is the only thing I do now.”
Once dressed and on their way to get something to eat, the world seemed to get a little color back into it. And why did she ever think she needed anything other than the young man beside her to enjoy life? She took his hand and squeezed. The feeling of having someone beside her that would watch her back always was a more ecstatic feeling than any of the ones she’s had at the party.