Hush little baby don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a rockingbird...

[reapthis]

Life sucks, and then you die. And then it still sucks.

But maybe, just maybe, if you're lucky enough you get to do the whole damn thing all over again. Get to think you're going to turn over a new leaf, start fresh and make the most of your hair color. You never wanted to be that girl, but hey, it might be nice to be that one over there for a

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[little_moons]

The smell of pot smoke isn't all that rare on the island. It sorta hangs in a constant cloud 'bout six feet off the ground practically anywhere you go. I've sorta started to lump 'em all together; sand and salt and sweat and dirt and Logan and pot. Au de Tabula fucking Rasa.

Pot smoke in the compound? That's sorta new. And finding George drunk and stoned and slumped on the couch like fucking Cousin It? Real new.

Flopping down beside her, I pluck the joint out of her lips and take a drag, leaning my weight against her shoulder and kicking my feet up along side hers, my hand rubbing over my newly cut, short prickly hair for about the thousandth time today. Can't be more than a few inches gone, but it's driving me fucking nuts.

"What's up, Georgia?"

[reapthis]

You know, not having control of a lot of your muscles - most importantly your facial muscles - could really get annoying after a while. I half-grinned, half-scowled, mouth completely torn between the two.

"I'm not a motherfucking state, I'm'n especially curious monkey," I retorted, because clearly everyone already knew that, and then slowly lifted my hand to rub over the top of his head with mild awe. Fuzzy.

[little_moons]

"Christ, these your first?" I ask, lifting the joint and nudging her glass with my bare toe. Half a joint and a glass of... whatever the fuck that is, and she's petting my head like a dog. Damn, I don't ever remember being that much of a lightweight.

I duck my head a little so she can see, bringing the joint to my mouth again and muttering, "Did it myself. 's it even?"

[reapthis]

It took me a few seconds, but then I managed a real live scowl. "Shut up," said with a slow roll of my eyes, reaching up to push the hair from my face.

I'd meant to say something meaner than that, but then the top of his head came into view. I rubbed it again, what's that thing? For luck? Oh wait, those are just redheads. "No," I shrugged, "lame."

[oddly_literal]

Anya had spent some time at the bookshelf. Grabbing books that were aimed at helping someone realise he was gay, coming out of the closet and breaking into the dating scene, she was sort of swaying to the music when she realised she knew what that funny smell was. Anya was never surprised at how many calls she'd gotten from people on drugs over the years, but the ones with pot never seemed to need her help. Until they gave up the drugs anyway. Once they got back on the straight and narrow, they always needed to make up for lost time. Now opium, there was a drug that had led to some creative wishes.

"George?" She asked curiously, recognising the girl. "Are you supposed to be doing that in here?"

[reapthis]

I sort of just stared at her a little from behind the fall of my hair.

And then it hit me.

Cookies.

...sounded really, really good right about then. Damn. Gradually, I grinned at her, chewing the end of the joint and swaying just a little to the music. Not on beat or anything like that, but trying. "'m breaking all the rules," I said simply, and then laughed a little because I could be really freaking hilarious when I wanted to be.

[oddly_literal]

"Are you high?" She asked, not critically, but wondering, curious almost. "I've never been high. I don't think I could when I was a demon but then I never tried either. Now drunk, I've gotten drunk."

[reapthis]

"Shit, I hope so," I murmured, snorting another laugh. "If I'm just acting this stupid 'cause of some whatsit effect, you know, the one where someone's fed you some fake shit and you think you're tripping off it..."

What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Placebos and being drunk. "Oh hey, I'm drunk too," I cheerfully pointed out.

[sminamino]

Kurama felt better since he seemed to be once again contributing to the wellbeing of the community. Of course there was no guarantee that his suggestion would be used, or would help at all, but at least he was doing something.

He smiled when he noticed George in the Rec Room, but he noticed that something seemed more than a little different about her. He couldn't remember ever seeing her smoke when they had talked before, and from the smell it wasn't hard to tell that this wasn't an ordinary cigarette. "Would it be forward of me to ask if something is wrong?"

[reapthis]

After staring dimly at him I gave a snort, the stream of breath shooting right out of my nose and ruffling the strands of hair hanging down in my face. "Ask away," I gave a serene sort of wave of my arm, obviously an invite to join me.

I may or may not have wanted to touch his hair. It was just so vibrantly red today.

[sminamino]

Not wrong exactly then, but quite different at the very least.

He moved closer finally deciding to sit down. The Rec Room couldn't be that calming so it wasn't much of a jump of logic that the drink must be a little more interesting than just juice.

"How much of that have you drunk?" He wasn't about to lay blame since sometimes he wondered why more people weren't drinking considering.

[reapthis]

"What, are you my freaking mom?" I laughed, and then, just because I was feeling nostalgic, I said, "It's really moist cider."

But I decided to stop that line of thinking right away. I didn't want to be a depressed drunk. I wanted to be a happy one. Sucking in a lungful of smoke, I held it in like Neil's taught me too and then exhaled, seemingly in ecstasy. Nevermind that I didn't even know what good shit was, it was still quality.

[make_creation]

Mark smelled the pot smoke coming from the rec room and headed toward it, grinning. Whoever was ballsy enough to break the no-smoking rule deserved a pat on the back from him, even if they weren't gonna share, which Mark had to admit he was hoping they were. The girl with the joint was unfamiliar, but Mark liked the look of her. "You look like you're enjoying yourself," he said with a grin, hanging in the doorway.

[reapthis]

"I think I am," I managed after considerable time mulling this over. Thinking was taking a little more effort than I was used to, but hell when I came up with something to say it was solid gold awesome. "This is what we do, right? I mean why the fuck not?" I grinned stupidly, lounging back on the cushions.

Yeah, this wasn't so bad. Not bad at all.