Everything was beginning to twist and mold itself into inconceivable shapes and other figures that would've made a sane man go crazy. But this was just getting started. Just twenty minutes ago, Jaune Arc had ingested a total of ten pellets of Mescaline, two amyls, a tab of acid, and a joint, all top shelf, in the effort to get expelled from Beacon academy, the most prestigious boarding school in western "Civilization". But why?
"Because I hate my FUCKING parents maaannn...!" He dragged his face against the table of the cafeteria just as the the entire ensemble of psychedelics kicked in. He groaned and slammed his fist against the plate on his table as he tried to remain sober enough to speak. "Bunchovfaggots... No fault o mine..." He started giggling and fell back on the floor startling Pyrrha. "Can't sleep. Help." He stood up wobbling all the way.
"Jaune, maybe you should go to the infirmary!" Pyrrha took hold of his arm but he pulled it away.
"NO! No... I think... let's go see what everyone's up to!" He grabbed her hand and dragged her out as everyone within sight watched them.
Skin slapped against skin, and Nora's squeals and moans where music to the blonde's ears. He bit down on a sensitive spot on her neck, making her arch her back and scratch down his back hard enough to make him bleed. Jaune continued thrusting into the Ginger girl, and before long, they reached their climax. She slumped back, too tired to go on, as they've been at it for hours on end. Jaune slid out of her, and propped up some pillows against the headboard before laying back against it. The room was filled with the quiet snores and heavy breaths of his friends, each of which he tired out. He placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, relaxing as his high wore down, the two pellets of mescaline he took being the only soft high remaining.
He looked around the room, noticing how Yang's hair moved like a river of golden water if he focused on it. He looked over just a few feet from her, that Ren was just barely dozing off, but held on to his consciousness. The others where huddled on the bed, his bed, around him, managing to drag themselves on and get their blankets on themselves before passing out or relaxing. Coco and Velvet seemed to be having a lazy, half asleep conversation about the color brown and chocolate, while Ruby hugged her pillow close to herself while chatting with Nora.
Jaune's eyes where wide, and remained dead ahead, being mindful of his cigarette as to not burn anything. The door giggling caught his attention and he snapped his head towards it's direction just as it was opened. Glynda Goodwhitch, the vice-principal, stood in at the doorway, shock written on her face. She made eye contact with Jaune, and the anger in her eyes was noticed.
"MR. ARC!-"
"Shut up! Get naked or get out!" She stopped and blushed brightly... before stepping in, closing the door behind her, and locking it. "Could you pass me that salt shaker please?"