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"…. And you know what she did? That bitch actually had the gall to….."

I tune her out as I blew the smoke towards the lamp, the only source of light in this dark, smoky basement, watching it form languid rings and then slowly dissolving into the heavy air.

I take another puff from the joint before handing it over to Cana, who's curled up in an armchair with a blissed out expression and a Cheshire cat smile spread wide across her lips.

"About time you gave me that, you dickhead. I was just gonna snatch it away from ya," she said calmly, before taking a generous puff herself. I smirk in return, as I inhale the air around me, the diluted heady aroma of the weed we're smoking wash through my lungs.

"This is some really good shit," I say, to no one in particular.

Elfman who's sprawled out on the sofa, nods and says, "No shit, Gray did really great this time."

"I always bring the good stuff, you dumb musclehead," Gray spoke up.

Turning towards him, I see Juvia sitting on his lap and kissing along his neck as he drew in another puff. He nudged her and as she looked up, Gray nudged her lips open and blew the smoke into her waiting mouth.

"Sheesh, you perv, get a room," I holler out.

"You are in my house, flame brain, so go away. No one's forcing you to stay here," he hollered right back.

Chuckling I settle back into the loveseat and unfortunately, Lisa's droning voice reaches my ears.

"… And I was like 'Shut up, Laxus, that's impossible' and he went ahead…"

I beckon her to come closer. She shut up immediately and leaned towards me and I whispered right into her ears, "Please can you stop talking right now? I promise to go down on ya tonight if you do."

Her eyes widened, she asked me, "Do you really mean it?"

"Yes I do," I lie through my teeth, my brain already working on the easiest way to ditch her.

Maybe afterward, I'll excuse myself to the bathroom and then walk home.

I curse myself for riding with her. Maybe I'll just borrow Gray's car, I thought to myself, my thinking process slow and languorous, after all, he does owe me from that time when I saved his ass when he pulled the fire alarm for that stupid bet.

Rolling my eyes, I close my eyes and start humming along to the song playing.

And my boyfriend's in the band,

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed.

I've got feathers in my hair, I get down to beat poetry.

And my jazz collection's rad, I could play 'most anything.

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn Baby,

"Yeah I'm a Brooklyn Baby," I murmur to myself, too low for anyone to hear.

And at this moment, surrounded by these people whom I call my 'friends' and floating in this wicked high, life doesn't seem so bad anymore. It almost feels worthwhile.

Almost.

So this is my first attempt at writing. Y'all probably have noticed that this is full of mistakes, so please forgive me. All mistakes are mine. And the thing is I'd love to have a beta/ editor so if anyone could volunteer, I'd be most thankful.

I'd love to know what y'all thought about this. Reviews are love, so leave me some love.

Hope y'all have an amazing day. :)