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Jane...Daria, what are YOU two doing here?" Said a squeaky voice. I turned around to see Brittany who was wearing red cap backwards and a gray hoodie that was obviously too big for her. "We thought we come and meet Santa. There's word going around that this is where he stays before Christmas." Said Daria. "Wooooow, really?" Said Brittany with wide eyes. "So what has you here? Or did we miss him already?" Said Jane. "Oh...um...well...I'm not here on a date with this REALLY cute college sophomore because Kevvy and I are on break for the week because he I caught him kissing some vixen in after the football game if THAT'S what you mean!" Said Brittany. "Whoa, um, let's act like we never had this conversation." Chimed in Daria. "Ok! See you guys at school tomorrow!" Said Brittany as she walked off. "Remind me never to ask her any more questions." Said Jane.
We were in a big room in the back of the comic book building that actually looked...cool. The whole room was painted black and had neon lights dancing around the room to the music playing. There was skulls, peace signs, and Cheech and Chong posters. "If I would have known this place would have looked like this I would've worn my bell bottoms." I said aloud. We watched as everyone danced...I guess that was what they called "dancing". Trent flagged us down from the back of the room. We walked down a long hall and were led to a black door. The door had an old sign that read "DO NOT ENTER...nah, come on in!" "The sign is telling me to do two things." Said Jane. "I think I'll choose the first one." Daria said as she began to walk off. "Oh no you don't." Said Jane grabbing my arm. She opened the door and a bunch of smoke came pouring out. I started coughing and swatting the smell from my face. I walked in to see another black room. But this one was oddly comfortable like a studio apartment. "Jane are they smoking we—..." "SHHH! Daria! Don't say that word out loud!" Said Jane in a voice above a whisper. "If these people even think you have some on you they will NEVER leave you alone. From now on we shall call it Roger, cool?" Jane said. "Sure, and I'll change my name to Judy Jetson." I snapped quietly. "Cool. And I'll be Rosie. I always wanted to hide George's keys." Jane said with a small smile. "Daria, Jane...come join us we're about to start." Said Trent. We turned from our conversation to see 7 people including Trent, Jesse, and Chandler sitting in a circle on the floor in front of the couches. I saw what looked like four "Rogers". I sat down between Jane and Trent. I glanced around as people were chatting and passing the "Rogers". Smoke heavily feeling the air. I believe I was getting a contact high and started feeling sick. Then Jane was passed the Roger. I must admit, I was almost hypnotized while I watched her do it. She held her breath and and then coughed out the smoke. "Here Daria, I know you can do it." Said Jane through a choking breath. "There goes that "pep" I got a waft of earlier." I said as I grabbed the Roger. I'm pretty sure everybody's eyes were on me, but I decided to take a deep breath and go for it. I had enhaled and it felt like I filled myself with smoke. I held it in for a minute, then let go. No coughing and sputtering like I thought would happen. "Daria, that was pretty cool." Said Trent as a smile came across his face...and mine. "Thanks." "Daria, that was amazing! You must do this regularly?!" Chandler said very curiously. "Oh yeah. In class, in the car, and maybe even while at the dinner table if I'm feeling "frisky". Chandler laughed again and began to get up. "Daria, come with me," He said as he headed to the door. "Wow, 20 minutes in and you guys are already hitting it off." Said Jane. "Oh I feel like "hitting" a particular something alright." I said back "That's the spirit." Said Jane. I got up and followed him. This has to be the moment of truth...the REAL reason he keeps bothering me...
"To be continued...or not