Saturday
8:15
Costa Del Sol
Cloud and Cait Sith where sat at a table, smoking a strong brand of Wutaiin weed. "This is the shit" said Cloud groggily, his breath green and his eyes blood shot. "Yeah bitch" said Cait Sith, staggering around on top of the stuffed Mog's head. "I'm seeing double." "Actually" said Mog, looking rather unimpressed. "I find that this narcotic does little to boost my demeanour, or alter my vision to any kind of disorientated plain." "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"So… guys… do… do… we…" began Cloud's insecure flat mate, Weiner. "Do… we… have… any… … … erm… you know… … … non… alcoholic… drinks?" Weiner was greeted with the kind of look that would kill an Elephant. "God damn it" declared Cait Sith. "Your tone of voice is makin' me sober!!!" "I find it rather relaxing, and somewhat refreshing in today's corrupt world of shallow minds and empty promises" said Mog, smiling. "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"Seriously, Weiner" said Cloud, shaking his head. "You need to mellow out." He looked around before saying "here, take some of this." He passed Weiner a case of five neatly rolled J's. "Toke on these, and your worries will float away" he smiled. "Oh… Jeez… I I I I I I I I I I really don't know Cloud… I heard those things… … … … …make you all crazy."
"They don't make you crazy" sighed Cait Sith. "Eep, a Hobgoblin!!!" "These mere shrubs do not make you, as you so flippantly put it 'crazy'" sighed Mog. "Not unless you are willing to allow it. I personally like to believe that nothing can make me crazy, that I am in charge of my own mind of my own form, that I am alive. To be alive, Weiner, means we have the power, the power to avoid narcotics altering out state of mind. Once you can achieve this, once you can become one with the chemicals of that sporadic plant, yet remain in control of your actions, you will then be a man." "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"Okay… … … … if you promise… that… they don't make you… … … … crazy…" "I promise they don't make you crazy" smiled Cait Sith. "Shit, my eyes are on fire." "Oh… … … okay…" Weiner said humbly, and neatly placed the spliff between his lips. "Oh well, it happens to the best of us" frowned Mog forlornly. "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"What do you think?" asked Cloud, his voice gruff. "They're… okay… I… guess… … … … … … … …" "Okay…OKAY..?" Cloud stammered, and his head fell off in surprise. Except it didn't, it just looked like that, because every one was drunk on Absinth. "Hey, anyway" said Cloud, scratching his head. "I'm gonna throw a gathering tomorrow. You wanna come?" "Love to" smiled Cait Sith. "Oh, joyous occasion" wailed Mog sarcastically. "I fear that the enjoyment caused by sitting here, drinking pointless alcoholic substances and smoking on potentially lethal herbs whilst teenagers stagger around vomiting all over themselves and each other may be more than enough to kill me." "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"Holy shit…" said Weiner, suddenly. "I can see God." Then he passed out. "Poor, unfortunate fool" sighed Mog. "Like so many others, he has succumbed to the evil will of the herb. Rest easy, my friend." "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
Authors Notes.
This chapter is dedicated to Lee, because, like him, its simple, pointless, and probably homosexual.
So, what do you guys think? Is it not the best fic since that fic with Cloud?
Anyway, let me know.
Sorry about that, Lee.
Cloud and Cait Sith where sat at a table, smoking a strong brand of Wutaiin weed. "This is the shit" said Cloud groggily, his breath green and his eyes blood shot. "Yeah bitch" said Cait Sith, staggering around on top of the stuffed Mog's head. "I'm seeing double." "Actually" said Mog, looking rather unimpressed. "I find that this narcotic does little to boost my demeanour, or alter my vision to any kind of disorientated plain." "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"So… guys… do… do… we…" began Cloud's insecure flat mate, Weiner. "Do… we… have… any… … … erm… you know… … … non… alcoholic… drinks?" Weiner was greeted with the kind of look that would kill an Elephant. "God damn it" declared Cait Sith. "Your tone of voice is makin' me sober!!!" "I find it rather relaxing, and somewhat refreshing in today's corrupt world of shallow minds and empty promises" said Mog, smiling. "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"Seriously, Weiner" said Cloud, shaking his head. "You need to mellow out." He looked around before saying "here, take some of this." He passed Weiner a case of five neatly rolled J's. "Toke on these, and your worries will float away" he smiled. "Oh… Jeez… I I I I I I I I I I really don't know Cloud… I heard those things… … … … …make you all crazy."
"They don't make you crazy" sighed Cait Sith. "Eep, a Hobgoblin!!!" "These mere shrubs do not make you, as you so flippantly put it 'crazy'" sighed Mog. "Not unless you are willing to allow it. I personally like to believe that nothing can make me crazy, that I am in charge of my own mind of my own form, that I am alive. To be alive, Weiner, means we have the power, the power to avoid narcotics altering out state of mind. Once you can achieve this, once you can become one with the chemicals of that sporadic plant, yet remain in control of your actions, you will then be a man." "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"Okay… … … … if you promise… that… they don't make you… … … … crazy…" "I promise they don't make you crazy" smiled Cait Sith. "Shit, my eyes are on fire." "Oh… … … okay…" Weiner said humbly, and neatly placed the spliff between his lips. "Oh well, it happens to the best of us" frowned Mog forlornly. "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"What do you think?" asked Cloud, his voice gruff. "They're… okay… I… guess… … … … … … … …" "Okay…OKAY..?" Cloud stammered, and his head fell off in surprise. Except it didn't, it just looked like that, because every one was drunk on Absinth. "Hey, anyway" said Cloud, scratching his head. "I'm gonna throw a gathering tomorrow. You wanna come?" "Love to" smiled Cait Sith. "Oh, joyous occasion" wailed Mog sarcastically. "I fear that the enjoyment caused by sitting here, drinking pointless alcoholic substances and smoking on potentially lethal herbs whilst teenagers stagger around vomiting all over themselves and each other may be more than enough to kill me." "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
"Holy shit…" said Weiner, suddenly. "I can see God." Then he passed out. "Poor, unfortunate fool" sighed Mog. "Like so many others, he has succumbed to the evil will of the herb. Rest easy, my friend." "You're drunk, Mog" spat Cait Sith angrily. Mog hung his head in shame.
Authors Notes.
This chapter is dedicated to Lee, because, like him, its simple, pointless, and probably homosexual.
So, what do you guys think? Is it not the best fic since that fic with Cloud?
Anyway, let me know.
Sorry about that, Lee.