This chapter was hard for me, mostly because I'm not a party person and I tend to be adamant of not doing something I don't want to do, like drugs and so on. I went with slowmo because I liked the concept from the movie Dredd, plus I figured it's hard to mess up a fictional drug. Um slowmo, I see it as ecstasy (my knowledge stems from youtube videos, biographies, and documentaries), not addicting like nicotine (at least not to the same degree) but more of the same way you get addicted to chocolate or video games. Well, Read, Enjoy review. Warning some adult themes.
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I crapped my pants the first time.
I'm not proud of it but it's not like I knew what to do either.
PHO doesn't have anything on it. Mostly everything us net-crawlers know are from hero interviews from the Protectorate, Haven, lots of corporate sponsored capes, and The Wards. They all talk about their first time using their powers, show off their human side, how they dealt with the learning curve. They were practically celebrities and we lapped up every word they said.
Some of the more outgoing ones would brag about how easy it was to use their powers while the heroes working on their image would try to relate to the audience. But when it came down to it, they were all pretty similar. A lot of the interviewees would say that using their powers the first time was simply instincts. There was no internal struggle or debate, they just felt like they could do it. There was an urge to do it, so they simply did it. Almost like flexing an arm a certain way or doing something you forgot you could do or moving despite knowing you shouldn't. It was just instincts, simple as that.
It wasn't for me though.
I knew there was…something I could do. More a nagging thought that wouldn't let me go than an actual urge to do something specific. I tried and tried to think of what my power could be but nothing came to mind. I didn't have an instinct or a gut feeling that told me I was able to do or use a certain power, just that I had powers.
No super speed or super strength, no tinker urges or info, no enhanced senses. Nothing out of the ordinary or what people have discussed online or on TV.
I figured maybe I was like a striker or a blaster, I simply didn't do the right move or sound or something to cause my powers to activate. There are capes that have powers that only activate during certain situations like being high or drunk or extremely scared or something. I figured it was maybe like that somehow.
I tried everything I could think of from jumping off high places (and into a pool) to see if I could fly, all the way to making the rock-n-roll symbol to see if I shoot web out of my wrist like Aleph's Spiderman. Did not work.
I was frustrated, I wanted something to work. I...forced my hand to do something, sorta like how people force their hands in a dark Jedi way to shoot imaginary lighting (not finger waving, when you actually exert force to your fingers like your intent on grabbing something). At first, I thought that was it because I could feel sparks coming out of my hand just like a dark Jedi. I kept at it, trying to force lighting out my fingertips. Then something finally happened!
It was completely by accident.
I had accidentally closed my hand, cracking my fingers in the process, feeling something build up in my clenched hand. I freaked out thinking it would explode and I'd lose my fingers, I opened up my hand and it came out!
"The line." It was the only thing I could call it. Energy beam, ray, laser, Greg beam, Greg-shot, none of it seem to fit. But "line," that seemed perfect.
When it shot out my hand, I saw extend to the length of a ruler, maybe two, before it sort of faded away, like a mist or a fog.
I said it before, I freaked out and fell on my ass. That's when I realised there was a hot load in my pants. Not my best highlight, but I finally learned how to draw my power. I had to collect it, that...energy, and then I had to release it.
"OW!" I jerked awake from the sudden pain to my side.
"We're here," Maurice said while getting out the car holding four pizza boxes. I turned to see that Luiz had already gotten out holding the same amount...and I just realized I had the same amount of pizza boxes on my lap...what the fuck!
I took glances at the boxes as I shook off my drowsiness while I tried to get my bearings.
"Hey-HEY! Did I, did I fall asleep," I call out, but no one answered me. They must've just put the pizza on top of me. Freakin' assholes!
"Hurry the fuck up, Betty White!"
"What?" I let out, Betty White? What the hell was that supposed to be? Who even said that? I just shook my head and looked to see what was in front of me, some building. So I guess whatever they went it was behind me. I got out of the car, used my foot to kick the door closed, and carried the pizzas towards….
Where I'm supposed to go? Actually, where the fuck even am I?
"Guys?" I call out, I looked around, the tarp and stuff we hauled on the back of the truck was gone, it was actually night out...holy shit, how long was I out? How the hell am I...wait-no-it's party-look for lights stupid! I looked near the roofs, looking at the broken window and holes in the wall of the buildings around me. Lots of cars we around me so we're near the party, but I didn't see any lights. Hell, I didn't hear anything besides the waves in the distance.
"Guys? Fellas? Did...did you guys roofie me," I ask as I kept looking around, utterly confused. Did they walk somewhere else? No wait, they left me alone for a minute, three tops! They couldn't have walked far. Well seeing as I was alone: "Where the fuck are you assholes!"
There. It was out there. Now then...let's see if the black guy shoots me…. What?
He's black, has a small temper, and he has gun that Nate more or less suggested that he used to shoot people with. It's not racist, it's smarts! Smarts I tell ya! That said though, I was still alive. Whelp no one answered, what to do… Maybe…! Okay, that's an idea…a bad idea but why not? I'll push my luck.
I took a deep breath, got ready to shout, and: "NNNNNNI-" a trapdoor in front of me popped open with a different black guy without a shirt, his left arm tied with a ripped underwear (I think), thick dreadlocks with blonde tips, and had a something fat and smoking in his mouth. He looked at me with red eyes. I let my breath out with a light "grrrr" as I stared at him. Then I spoke.
"So...we have a bay full of Nazi's, you really wanna be the guy opening the hole in the ground?"
"Wha...Carter Grayson," he said with a bit of a high pitch tone.
"...Who?"
"...Can I have a cup o' that?" He pointed to the boxes in my hand, "I'll trade you a urinal cake."
"...Ummmmmm…." What the fuck do I say in this situation? We both stared at each other until-
"SHUT THE FUCKING THE DOOR!" I nearly jumped when I heard that. Out of the ground came Skidmark, pushing the back guy back into the ground. He looked, well, like he usually does. Like a black guy trying to cosplay as trashy disco version of The Dread Pirate Roberts (Westly early on when he saves the girl) from the Princess Bride. Then he looked at me, "Nigga, what the fuck you doing? Counting pussies in the sky?"
"Um...I, uh-"
"I uhyayayaya-GET YOUR WHITE ASS IN HERE!"
I obeyed and hurried over to Skidmark's hole in the ground. "Um…was I drugged?"
"Boi, you 'bout to feel the effects if you don't remove that tampon out of your ears and shove it up your pussy and then uncork that cock out yo' juicy puckered arse!"
….I have nothing to say to that. My first time meeting the drug-lord, no wait too much praise, the drug-high school drug VP, yeah that sounds right. So far my reaction to meeting the equivalent of high school drug VP is confusion rather than fear. I just walked down the crude cement stairs, skidmark sort of pushing the other black guy with him.
Holy shit! I could already feel the vibrations from the techno music from the end of the concrete hall as soon as I got to the bottom….
...An underground lair...huh, no wonder the Merchants haven't been destroyed yet. I wonder, who's idea was this? It can't be Skidmark, can it? What does the other guy have to do with Skidmark? Bah, it's Skidmark, no way in hell I'm going to understand him or why he personally brought a guy back inside.
"Drag his ass down there," Skidmark said as the other black guy fell on the floor while babbling something.
"Um…."
"What?"
"I'm-ah-I'm holding pizza," I answered with four pizza boxes still in my hands.
"Nigga, gimme that!" He said ripping the pizza's out of my hand. "Now fucking drag this shit stain down there!" Skidmark left me alone with the giggling black guy that I noticed was older and shorter than me. Shrugging, I grab him from the hands proceed to drag him by his hands, all the while he giggled while keeping what I suspect is rolled up weed in his mouth, especially if the smell is anything to go by. The concrete floor made it hard to drag him but still I managed, it scraped him a bit but I don't think he minded. As I got closer, the vibrations from the music I felt grew stronger and stronger.
I make it to the wide room, and it was not what I expected.
It was more of disco or a rave than an underground lair, the lights were a dull blue with bright strobe lights here and there, junk on the tables set up, trash cans stuffed way past its capacity, a guy in the corner with a laptop looking like Armsmaster, if he were homeless, playing DJ. I noticed that this was just one room, there were other rooms around, one that was in clear view had bright white lights and had one woman only in her panties working some sort of Mad Max type of vehicle. Squealer now that I think about it.
By the way, skidmark was heading to the room on the far left where Squealer is, he just threw the pizza on the floor and then went to Squealer, groping her ass as she worked...either she didn't notice or she didn't care. I honestly can't tell which. The boxes of pizza? Well, most of it was still in the boxes and people were either too hungry or high out of their minds to care if some of it was on the floor.
I turned to look at the entrance I came in from, the loud music making it a bit difficult to think, and noticed they had a baby fence right next to the entrance. I shrug and used it to close the hallway off, chuckling as I did so. Grown-ups needing this kind of thing, pretty funny to me. After that, I decided to see if I could spot the guys I worked with earlier.
I scan the dancers and I'm shocked, Luiz didn't waste any time! He was among the female dancers, mostly girls in skimpy or downright slutty outfits, showing off his well built bare chest while he got legit twins grinding on him, one for each leg. HOW THE FUCK DOES ANYONE GET THAT LUCKY? I mean sure it could be that they decided to pose as twins but still. TWO FUCKING GIRLS!
I just shook my head, I kept looking and near one of the tables set up was a group of people huddled around doing something. I spotted Nate in that group, they were slouching a lot. I walk over, the crowd of bodies shaking side to side, bumping against me as I pass them, sometimes they'd glance but mostly they seemed to be in their own little world. I pass by and noted how hot and stinky it was. I know it's the merchants but fuck, that mixture of B.O. and whatever they decided to spray themselves with is the real killer here...The place does have ventilation right?
Forgetting my worries of whether or not I'll die of air deprivation combined with being smothered by B.O., I walked over to the table to see that they were snorting white powder. Normally, I'm meh to the stuff, never used it or anything, I just don't see a big deal in it; the song though, the vibrations from the music that had my heart beating at its pace. Right now I felt the need to do something, to blend in ya know? Even if that meant….
No Greg, my voice of reason kicked in, you don't even know where you are! No point in getting into the fire with drugs.
Good point. Hell, I still don't know if I was drugged or not!
I shake my head and walk to the other room, hoping to get away from the vibrations. No such luck. The tunnel so far seemed to be the longest thing about the underground...lair/joint/club/rave...underground clubhouse, yeah that works.
The room across the tunnel in the underground clubhouse was just some piece of shit room with bare mattresses everywhere with mostly naked people getting it on. Right away I felt a something going on in my stomach, not sure what to call it, a knot or butterflies that sent chills to my body.
I watch porn as much as the next guy, but actually seeing it right in front of me, well it's a damn sight, let me tell ya. Seeing it happen right in front of me, knowing there's a chance I can join in, damn the people watching...well...it was pretty tempting to try my luck. Combine that thought with being in a merchant party, where the idea of finding some girl too high to even care if she was being taken advantage of sexually was realistic, especially with the GODDAMN music speeding my heart rate up to the point where it was getting hard to think let alone control what I want to do; you can see I'm not the one at fault here.
Fine, yes I know. I should walk away but it was actual sex in front of me! Could you really blame me that much?
Then I spotted Maurice, he was hovering over a couple while he uh...oh….
...Yeah, that did it, I'm outta of here. What? I'd be more comfortable if it was anonymous and to my defence I was sort of talking myself into it even though I felt uncomfortable. There were two other rooms, not sure what was in them but I honestly don't think it's bathrooms.
God, what was I thinking? I never felt so out of place!
Right about now I'd be behind my desktop or on my phone, browsing the PHO threads, finding a way to have fun with the people on the web, well, before the mods ban me and hunt down my other screen names using the same IP address, I swear they have it out for me! Seriously, they don't even label their things correctly and say I'm breaking rules by simply following the rules, its BS!
Now I'm stuck here, have no idea where I am, what exact time it was, surrounded by people who I'm sure are just about high out of their minds to do anything…. I probably should have just asked for money instead of accepting the invite to the party.
Well, I know where the doors at and-
I stopped mid-stride.
What on earth makes you think I'll ever go on a date with you?
You know what's happening to me.
You never helped or stood up for me….
It was stupid. My brain is stupid. Why now? This is exactly the kind of situation Taylor would probably say I never wouldn't have gotten in if I wasn't stupid! And staying would make me even more stupider. Hell, the last few sentences would probably get Taylor to point out grammatical errors to prove I was stupid!
But all the same. I was in this situation and that was all me. But I can't just go either. Leaving now would only be a loss for all the work I did.
A hundred bucks. That was it. Saturday and Sunday's mover job was only a hundred. If we didn't like it we could leave and it was paid this morning. The party was more or less a: "sorry we short-changed you on purpose, come to our party and forget about it," type of deal. And I took it.
I leave now, I'd just be wasting all that effort. I'm here now, I'll make the most of it.
That in mind, I went to where Skidmark dropped the pizza boxes, most of it gone but I managed to snatch an intact piece (sadly, ordinary crust) that was still on the oil-drenched cardboard. I dug in as I glanced at the pair of villains. I realised I wasn't the only one. There was a small crowd around, some with their pants down, all looking at Skidmark's oddly shaped ass thrusting into Squealer who kept on working on the monstrosity she was making while letting out a moan here and there...was it a game to see how many times he got her to moan while she tinkered?
...She was hot but I'm not sure how everyone was getting passed Skidmark's taint.
I shook my head and focused on the pizza and turned around. Two rooms left.
Once again I force myself through the crowd, moving through the shifting bodies and-someone ate my pizza...fuckers! I was holding it so it was obviously mine! That said, I WAS HOLDING IT! HOW?
Before I knew it I was only holding on the crust! Someone ate the damn thing while I holding it! What the hell kind of gay wizard shit is that?
Dropping the crust I make it to the next room. I was wrong. It is a bathroom. Unisex bathroom, no doors so people did their business out in the open, and people were really doing their business out in the open as well as getting busy in there, if you catch my drift. I got close to it and walked away.
Fuck, for all the shit I give Winslow, the bathrooms at least never smelled like an outhouse. How can people just go to in there for 1 and 2 let alone have sex? I shook my head and continued to make my way to the next room.
The wall didn't really have many people pressing themselves on it. There were a few, some guys in trenchcoats, some with backpacks, maybe they were selling something? There were some girls sitting on the floor resting, some with skimpy outfits, some with skirts and legs spread open, simply not care who saw their underwear...or lack of...what kind of jewelry is that? Anywho, there were also some people having sex on the walls.
It was an odd sight and I honestly had trouble looking away before I look like some creep-OH! Too late. The girls with skirts started glaring at me and closed their legs.
Figures.
I quickly passed them, trying to not look as much as a creep as I probably did to them. I made it to the last room and I'm surprised I didn't guess it was the Merchant bar.
I jump in surprise when someone's arm wraps around my neck. It was Sparky. He guided me to the bar while cupping a hand to my ear.
"HOW YA 'OING GEEBS?"
"I feel out of place," I muttered.
"WELL?"
Right, loud music. "I FEEL OUT OF PLACE!"
"FIGURED!"
Sparky dragged me to the bar. On closer look, it was probably the best aspect of the underground clubhouse, the counter was concrete, no stools (yes both meanings), but the countertop had glossy wood connected to a wooden door to the left, shelves made up of concrete and a couple layers of plywood, behind the counter was a door to the right of the shelves. Dunno where that went, maybe just storage? The shelves...looked nothing like what he had seen in movies where people go to the bar, the shelves had clear bottles (recycled and hopefully cleaned out) and actual pop bottles with pale and piss colored liquids inside, some shelves had...what hell? Spam, olives, dollar candies, and some bags of white powder I was sure was cocaine, bags of what I was sure was weed, even some cartridges and syringes too.
Sparky took my right arm, and raised it up so that bartender could see, pulled out some sort of colored rope with five knots, "Skidmark's rewards for us!" Sparky shouted in my ear, "five freebies, whatever you want!" He then squeezed it, quite painfully if I may add, on my wrist.
I looked at the bartender...could not tell you if it was a girl with a beard or guy with a beard dressed up as a girl in a slutty nurse costume and I honestly wasn't going to try to guess. I looked at everything on the shelves and there really wasn't anything I wanted.
"That one! MOONSHINE!" Sparky pointed, apparently picking for me. The bartender looked and nodded. He/she picked it up and handed it to me. It was a piss colored liquid inside some tiny olive jar, hell the jar still had the label on it! "DRINK UP BITCH!"
"WHY?"
"YOU FEEL OUT OF PLACE? BITCH! GET SHITFACED! AND GIVE NO SHIT!"
"BUt-"
"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" He started and pretty soon the girl clinging to his arm that I just noticed began chanting with him, along with whoever was at the bar.
Fuck. This is why I'm here. Peer pressure's a bitch.
I removed the lid and took one sip and flinched as a shiver ran through my body. It was like peach scented gasoline that was on fire! When I finally swallowed I felt my throat inflamed, I nearly spit the whole thing out! My mouth was felt like it was burning!
"DRINK IT, BITCH! I KNOW FOR A FACT IT'S WATERED DOWN!"
I tried again, I gagged as my body twitched again while my mouth and throat burned, despite that I forced the liquid down my throat and it landed like a rock in my stomach and burned even worse. Everyone who cared enough, so like three people, cheered as I coughed and tried to recover while forcing the remaining liquid fire down my throat and trying to keep it from coming back up.
The second the last drop went down my throat, not even waiting for a heartbeat, sparky continued to fuck me over.
"BEER THIS TIME!" Sparky shouted placing a dollar on the counter. Before I could work up the strength to argue coherently the bartender grabbed my hand with the rope, cut one knot off, and placed a regular can of beer (I hope) on the counter. Fuck my life.
"DUDE C'MON, ANYTHING YOU WANT? CIGAR? WEED? SLOWMO?"
"AHHH! Slowdown man," I said, tongue hanging out a bit as I opened the can of beer, already feeling the effects of the moonshine seeping in. God, why do they call it moonshine? It burns like hell!
"SLOWMO! THAT'S MY BOI!" FUCK!
Again, my hand was grabbed and a knot came off and the thing was placed next to my beer(again I hope it's real). It was just a modified inhaler with an extra big cartridge, the real difference is what you inhale.
"NOW PARTY!," beer on my left hand and slowmo inhaler on the right one. Did not see my night going this way.
Sparky tapped my shoulder a few times as if he was a father figure or something. His eyes had a certain proud look to them, almost as he was saying "have fun kiddo" and left me alone as he walked back to the crowd with his girlfriend hugging his arm.
"..." I looked at the stuff in my hands and shrugged and took of sip of my beer which was warm, more of club soda that sent a shiver through my body with a nail polish remover aftertaste though, "ugh," I slightly gagged as I shivered, my body already feeling out of sync with my head meat. I then looked at the inhaler.
Fuck it.
With a sigh, I shook it before I put it to my mouth, moved my thumb over the button. I never used it before but I have seen the tutorial uber and leet posted on how to use it. I pressed the button and inhaled.
Bitter. Poisonously bitter and tasted like how drain cleaner smelled with a tint of copper plus it was like breathing ice cubes, for a second it felt like I was inhaling sharp cold needles.
After that, I didn't have th-
Everything was slow. The overly-loud music sounded almost like a super amazing Daycore (nightcore speeds things up), it was almost like a cosmic sound.
I couldn't feel my body, at least not the way I normally feel it. The vibrations the loud music made that annoyed me earlier felt like an amazing massage running through my skin, my muscles, my bones, my very soul! My blood that rushed a thousand miles a minute now felt like a warm tea or hot cocoa rushing through my body, almost as if a warm soft sweater was just liquified and somehow ended up in veins, comforting me in just the right way.
And around me, the lights, the crappy strobe lights looked a bit like blinking stars! And when I noticed the girls, the light that glistened off their sweaty skin made them seem like diamonds, framing them in a whole new way! No, now that I look it, it's like these girls were wearing snow! You know snow, like snowing snow when the little flakes falling in the morning or when the sun sets look almost like the most amazing glitter you've ever seen in the world.
It was so org-
I coughed out vapor as the world returned to normal, spilling some of my beer in the process. My mouth stinging as if I got stabbed with a fist full of needles or cut myself with a ton of fish bones or something. Same for my throat only dryer. It was painful and yet despite that pain I...it was like a win... Like I just owned a shit ton of noobs on some FPS and made them cry while getting a hundred bucks for my effort, super satisfaction. It was amazing.
Before I knew it, my lips were already around the thing. All had to do to experience wonder, was to press the button and inhale. My finger pressed down and sucked it in.
The world of slowmo was amazing.
Like being in a world just meant for me, a world designed for needs I never knew I had. And it ended without warning.
The shock of coming out of it, to returning to the crap that was regular time was so harsh, so...fucking awful. It just made me want to take another puff.
So I did.
I think I started moving on my fifth puff of slowmo, or maybe it was after or-honestly I didn't care, I had moved and that was the fact, didn't need to know anything else. Honestly, I don't how many puffs I've taken. Is puff the word? Bah who cares?
The crowd in front of me looked grotesque. As good as they looked when I sucked on slowmo, and as much as I wanted to do so right then and there, I had decided that it'd be better to avoid them. Not sure why I thought that, under slowmo's effect it wouldn't matter.
I got close to one of the guys with backpacks earlier, who promptly left as soon as I neared him, I guess he figured I would try to get a freebie off him or something. I didn't really mind it, I only had a hundred bucks I didn't feel like wasting it.
For a moment I briefly wondered how much a cartridge cost, then shrugged and left it as Later-Greg's problem.
I moved the inhaler back to my lips but before it could even touch, a hand stopped me.
I look at the owner to find two different eye colors. Left eye, to me, was brown but looked a bit orange, the right one was light blue. Looking past her eyes I could tell she had white skin, basically snow. Her hair color isn't easy to tell in the lighting, but I could tell it had a lot of colors in it, crimson, toxic purple(?), lime maybe, light pink, a few other but that might be due to the light.
She gave me a weird smile, teasing almost but not in a bad way.
Before I could say anything, like why she stopped me, she quickly pressed her lips against mine.
Soft, I thought to myself as my eyes went wide. Before I could recover from that shock of being kissed by a girl, she quickly pushed her tongue inside my mouth and wrestled with mine, giving me a good taste of cotton candy.
I shiver ran through my spine as my heart raced, my legs felt wobbly and my gut felt like I had butterflies. I hell I'm sure I pitched a tent!
She was the one who broke it first, playfully biting on my bottom lip and stretching it a bit as she did so.
When she released my lip I tried to say something, making me a bit thankful for the loud music; I couldn't really hear myself but I was pretty sure I was literally babbling. Hell, I didn't even know what to say, I was just letting out whatever sound I could make, hoping for someone to reboot me or something.
Instead, she pressed herself on me and caressed my body with her hands, sending enjoyable jolts through my body, all the way her body was grinding up and down on me.
I tried to speak again when she pecked a few kisses on my cheek. "D-do I, do I-I, me-me-you?" I managed, but I don't think she heard, I barely did. Instead of responding or talking back to me, she took my beer, took a few sips or I don-I dunno. Then she kissed me, er french me, er something I gue-look she ended up locking lips with me and shared the beer in her mouth. I was surprised and well, I a lot of it spilled out of my mouth and trailed down on to my neck for shirt and hoodie to soak up, some of it trailing down to my tightening pants.
After swallowing the amount I managed to retain, I tried to apologize because I figured some spilled on her. Before I could make an attempt that probably would have ended in failure, she lapped up the beer that ended up on my neck before trailing her tongue back up to my lips, giving me a peck, and almost like some jedi mind trick, I felt I had to peck her back.
This time she brought the inhaler that was in my hand up to my lips, got her lips close too, and then she mouthed numbers (or maybe she was saying them but I couldn't hear it?). I barely made it when I realised she wanted me to inhale the slowmo. I did and this time after I inhaled she frenched me again.
It was just as shocking as the first time. She glowed, her skin refracted the light as if she was a diamond, her rosy cheeks just at the edge of my vision made my already racing heart beat even faster. The warmth her body gave me as it rubbed against me and lil' Greg felt incredible!
Her tongue that explored my mouth, the way it would brush up against my own, it kept sending these "waves" of pleasure through my body, and unlike when the regular time when I'm not on slowmo, I could feel it run through my body at a much more enjoyable rate. God I feel like I could just c-
-When I came out of it, the mist came out from both our mouths. Was she affected by slowmo too? Either way, coming out of it sucked. Like a lot. Yet despite that, we both ended up giggling at the same time.
She grabbed me by the hand and proceeded to drag me through the crowd while I kept an iron grip on my slowmo, didn't want any gay wizard shit happening to it like it did with the pizza. It became very obvious that I was not right, my body was too out of synch with what my head meat wanted to say to h-me. The view kept shifting, I kept bumping into people but no one really seemed to care.
We made it to the entrance. She quickly jumped over the baby fence. I tried to the same, but my body was way too out of synch with my mind. One leg ended up hitting the, you know the top-everything, it hit the top-everything.
I ended up falling forward, feeling like I broke the damn thing while I lost my beer. I could feel pain but it was sort of numb. I pushed myself up to see her laughing out loud to herself. I couldn't help but laugh with her.
We slowly made our down the hall, towards the entrance.
I could hear her better now, her giggles won some out of me too. Maybe it was the way I swaying? I mean I tried my best but everything was just too out of synch. I couldn't say that my body was too slow for my brain or my brain was too slow for my body, I honestly couldn't tell and I didn't care. I was content to let her drag me around.
We stopped and kissed a couple of times, sometimes using slowmo, before we made it outside
I could feel the cool fresh as I made it outside, the girl closing the door behind me. I staggered a bit but she grabbed a hold of me,
"Careful," she said in a soft but tender voice. He left hand trailed down to Lil' Greg, who's raring to blow, and caressed through the fabric. She giggled at the noise I let out before she brought her lips to my ear and whispered: "Ready for the fun part?"
I couldn't speak, at best I could nod. I think I did so too fast cause I felt my teeth rattle.
She giggled again, brought her hands down to my shoulders, looked me in the eyes, and spun me around.
I briefly saw something resembling a white guy and a light brown blur-
TWACK!
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