"Adventures in Cheap Pops."
by Thomas Greene.
Some of these characters/situations/other stuff may be the copyright of SquareSoft. This isn't as needed as a warning, but the writer doesn't want to get sued by The Man.
If you have any criticism on this work, send it to ReLect0@aol.com. If you feel the need to flame this work, I got two words for you, SUCK IT!
Anything else? Oh, yeah. Don't do drugs. Unless it is for good reasons.Ah, screw that, Smoke crack and worship Satan.
Nothing was going on that night, so Squall and Rinoa decided to head over to the local bar and just get really hammered. When they got there, they found that Irvine and Selphie had been there for a little more time (and had been considerably more active toward that goal.)
"Let's go over and join them," Rinoa said.
"Eh, if you say so," Squall replied. They walked over to their table.
"Mind if we sit here?"
"You GUYSH! We love yas, cammon!" Irvine shouted.
"Yeahsh, siddown, we can shoot the shit!" Selphie said. The four continued to drink well into the night. Finally, last call had hit.
"So, are you guys into...trying some stuff?" Selphie asked.
"What stuff would that be?" Squall asked.
"You know, some...swapping?" Irvine asked.
"Eh, it could be cool," Rinoa replied.
"It's settled. Let's head over to the hotel!"
6 a.m.
"Whoa."
"Yeah, whoa," Squall replied.
"Um, how was it?"
"I didn't like it."
"Really? That's strange. I enjoyed it. I'll probably do it again."
"Not with me, you won't," Squall said.
The two became silent.
"Things won't get...weird, right?"
"Perish the thought," Squall replied.
The two became silent again.
"I think we're supposed to share a Coke right about now." Squall went to the mini-bar, pulled out a Coke, and split it.
The two were silent again.
"Just out of curiosity..."
"What now?"
"Well, do you think the girls had fun?"
by Thomas Greene.
Some of these characters/situations/other stuff may be the copyright of SquareSoft. This isn't as needed as a warning, but the writer doesn't want to get sued by The Man.
If you have any criticism on this work, send it to ReLect0@aol.com. If you feel the need to flame this work, I got two words for you, SUCK IT!
Anything else? Oh, yeah. Don't do drugs. Unless it is for good reasons.Ah, screw that, Smoke crack and worship Satan.
Nothing was going on that night, so Squall and Rinoa decided to head over to the local bar and just get really hammered. When they got there, they found that Irvine and Selphie had been there for a little more time (and had been considerably more active toward that goal.)
"Let's go over and join them," Rinoa said.
"Eh, if you say so," Squall replied. They walked over to their table.
"Mind if we sit here?"
"You GUYSH! We love yas, cammon!" Irvine shouted.
"Yeahsh, siddown, we can shoot the shit!" Selphie said. The four continued to drink well into the night. Finally, last call had hit.
"So, are you guys into...trying some stuff?" Selphie asked.
"What stuff would that be?" Squall asked.
"You know, some...swapping?" Irvine asked.
"Eh, it could be cool," Rinoa replied.
"It's settled. Let's head over to the hotel!"
6 a.m.
"Whoa."
"Yeah, whoa," Squall replied.
"Um, how was it?"
"I didn't like it."
"Really? That's strange. I enjoyed it. I'll probably do it again."
"Not with me, you won't," Squall said.
The two became silent.
"Things won't get...weird, right?"
"Perish the thought," Squall replied.
The two became silent again.
"I think we're supposed to share a Coke right about now." Squall went to the mini-bar, pulled out a Coke, and split it.
The two were silent again.
"Just out of curiosity..."
"What now?"
"Well, do you think the girls had fun?"