Title: Bedroom
This is: A drabble
Diclaimer: Not mine.
Rated: +16 for drugs and such
Slash: Pickles/Skwisgaar
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Story start!
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Pickles had offed so many blunts his room smelled GREEN. There were so many bottles on the floor it was like the northern-lights on the ceiling. Lines of what children would mistake for pixie-stix were sucked up so fast it would make Rockzo do a double-take. People could wonder if this was the infirmary with all the littered needles. Three pipes were out randomly on the side table, next to half a shroom on a tea saucer. A bong had been tipped over leaving a nasty stain on the cigarette burned carpet. Dirty clothes made themselves right at home on the floor along with the porn magazines. The pizza-box tower in the corner was almost reaching the falling point. It was sheer beauty. But still not as beautiful as the Swede wrapped in the Pickles' bed sheets.