20 minute challenge. Prompt words: woman, sheepskin, marijuana
17 minutes
422 words
1 budding engineer
Even engineering students kick up their heels once in a while. And when those engineering students design and build the bong that was destined to become the stuff of legends, that heel kicking takes place with a good old fashioned pot party.
Alan Eppes leaned his head back and let the long soft wool of the sheepskin throw tickle his cheek. The marijuana had made him mellow. The frat brothers had insisted that, as guest of honor, Alan get the first hit, and toasted him with several more after that. Alan was no stranger to pot. He had to test his design and make a few minor tweaks before turning it over to the frat and receiving his rather hefty fee. He grinned. His first consulting fee as an engineer. He wondered if he should list that on his resume. He was giggling at that thought when the couch cushion beneath him sank.
When his eyes could focus he saw a girl. Woman, he corrected himself. Now that women's lib was in full force even junior high school kids were insisting on being called women. But this was one woman worthy of the term. Her curly light brown hair framed an intelligent face. She smiled. "Hi. Is this seat taken?"
Alan grinned. "It is now." He held out a shaky hand, "I'm Alan."
"Margaret," she said, taking his hand and giving it a strong squeeze.
"Hi, Maggie."
Her eyes narrowed. "I'll make a deal with you, Alan. You never call me Maggie again, and I won't call you Al. Okay?"
Alan held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. Margaret it is, and will be forever."
"Good," she nodded,. "Now, I hear you are the genius who created that incredible bong."
"Yes, I am. I'm glad you like it."
"Let's see. You're either a shop major or engineering. From the efficient design, I'm guessing engineering."
"Very good." He studied her blue eyes closely. "And if I'm not too befuddled by the most excellent pot the frat brothers have provided, and judging from that piercing gaze you gave me a few moments ago, I do believe you are pre-law. Am I right?"
Margaret laughed. "Got it in one." She leaned back against the sheepskin, dangerously close to Alan's shoulder. "Though, in a perfect world, I would be able to make as much creating music as I will practicing law." She sighed. "But it's not a perfect world, is it, Alan?"
"No, but I think it just got a little bit closer to perfect, Margaret."