"Sure, that sounds like fun!"
From Create Your Own Story
(Created page with 'Alice has always avoided drugs before. But the excitemwnt of being away from home for the first timd has emboldensd her in more ways than one. She has no idea what to expect and …') |
(Andrew pulls out an Over-the-Top set of marijuana related items, and asks alice if she's ever smoked before.) |
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- | Alice has always avoided drugs before. | + | Seemingly from nowhere Andrew Produces an ornate wooden box. The box is made of a deeply oiled dark and lustrous wood and inlaid with an elegant marijuana leaf of iridescent mother of pearl. Alice watches with mild apprehension as Andrew undoes the top buttons of his baggy golf-shirt expecting flabby man-boobs To her surprise she notices a ripple of well defined if rather pale pectoral muscle. "Wow, maybe he's not so gross under all that baggy geek clothing." Alice thinks to herself. Withdrawing a ancient looking skeleton key hung upon a leather cord from within his shirt Andrew unlocks the box, slipping the key back inside. As he opens the box a golden glow shines out from within, and the sounds of angels singing can be heard. Andrew Chuckles and reaches inside the box flipping a well concealed old fashioned toggle switch. "This was my final grade 12 shop project, I spent the entire semester on it, and I may have gone a bit overboard." The lights and sounds stop and the box switches to a warm white light, showcasing the well presented contents within. |
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+ | Nestled in verdant green crushed felt lay half a dozen small glass vials with rubber sealed snap lids, each carefully labeled in an elegant hand with a name. Alice reads's a few of the labels they have interesting names, like Alaskan Thunder-fuck, Purple haze, and AK-47. The weed in some of the jars is light green, interlaced with brown hairlike parts, and covered in a crystalline powder, in others it's a purple, so seep it almost seems black. Andrew pulls the top layer of the box out and slides it carefully on the desk, ignoring the CDS and other junk displaced by the box falling off the desk into the mess of cables behind it. | ||
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+ | Alice has always avoided drugs before because her parents would have punished her severely if they'd ever found out. | ||
+ | Being away at college hours away from them removed her worries. Feeling emboldened by her new found freedom Alice decides she wants to try weed. She has no idea what she's in for. | ||
+ | Andrew pulls out a small mason jar of weed, and a shiny metallic cylinder from behind a computer monitor. |
Revision as of 02:16, 29 January 2014
Seemingly from nowhere Andrew Produces an ornate wooden box. The box is made of a deeply oiled dark and lustrous wood and inlaid with an elegant marijuana leaf of iridescent mother of pearl. Alice watches with mild apprehension as Andrew undoes the top buttons of his baggy golf-shirt expecting flabby man-boobs To her surprise she notices a ripple of well defined if rather pale pectoral muscle. "Wow, maybe he's not so gross under all that baggy geek clothing." Alice thinks to herself. Withdrawing a ancient looking skeleton key hung upon a leather cord from within his shirt Andrew unlocks the box, slipping the key back inside. As he opens the box a golden glow shines out from within, and the sounds of angels singing can be heard. Andrew Chuckles and reaches inside the box flipping a well concealed old fashioned toggle switch. "This was my final grade 12 shop project, I spent the entire semester on it, and I may have gone a bit overboard." The lights and sounds stop and the box switches to a warm white light, showcasing the well presented contents within.
Nestled in verdant green crushed felt lay half a dozen small glass vials with rubber sealed snap lids, each carefully labeled in an elegant hand with a name. Alice reads's a few of the labels they have interesting names, like Alaskan Thunder-fuck, Purple haze, and AK-47. The weed in some of the jars is light green, interlaced with brown hairlike parts, and covered in a crystalline powder, in others it's a purple, so seep it almost seems black. Andrew pulls the top layer of the box out and slides it carefully on the desk, ignoring the CDS and other junk displaced by the box falling off the desk into the mess of cables behind it.
Alice has always avoided drugs before because her parents would have punished her severely if they'd ever found out. Being away at college hours away from them removed her worries. Feeling emboldened by her new found freedom Alice decides she wants to try weed. She has no idea what she's in for. Andrew pulls out a small mason jar of weed, and a shiny metallic cylinder from behind a computer monitor.