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The moment the door of the small apartment closed behind them four Wemmbu directly let himself down on the couch with a loud huff. Flame followed him quickly while they kept bickering with each other. Spoke sat down laughing at the two while firing the bicker. Parrot sighed and rolled his eyes at his friends before going into his small kitchen. Why did he invite them already? And why he was friends with them in the first place was a mystery even for him.
His apartment wasn't that big, but it was still a correct one for a college student and at least here they wouldn’t be annoyed by parents or dorm supervisors pestering them to be silent or scolding them for what they were doing. The bird came back from the kitchen with a few plastic goblets and then went to grab the alcohol bottles he is stocking when he has people over and they decide to party a little. He was installing everything, giving a judgmental look at the three others that have started to fight over something ridiculous as “Yes 6-7 is indeed a funny thing” debate probably started by Spoke seeing how Wemmbu and Flame were teaming against him.
After he settled the bottles he went to his speakers to turn them on and connected them to his phone before blasting some 2000’s music. The three stopped talking and looked at him. At the silence Parrot turned to them with a confused look. Wemmbu then snickered and teased while loudly laughing.
“Bro you’re listening to girly music”
“Bro you’re in my house I get to choose the music and they are really good”
“Yeah yeah keep going white girl”
Parrot pouted and threw a nearby cushion to the demonish dragon’s face before sitting down in his beanbag chair. The four friends slowly started to pour themselves drinks, laughing, drinking and sometimes, as alcohol started kicking, singing some of the songs that were blasting from the avian’s speakers.
“See those songs are peak”
“Yeah yeah it’s still white girl song, right Flamey”
“Bro…Wemmbu, honestly, you look like a white girl and you singing them doesn't help believing your point”
“What!?”
“He’s not wrong Wemm” Spoke’s voice rang stirring more trouble for his own amusement.
And they were back to arguing once more. Parrot shaked his head and stayed silent, sipping from his drink. Well more the drink Spoke makes him that definitely have more alcohol than any juices or sodas they had to down the original brut drink. But well at that point in the night they were all already kinda drunk they weren’t in a good shape to do correct balance in their drinks. They were going with the flow. After a few more times and drinks, Spoke suggested something.
“Hey guys…uhm Mapicc gave me something and I wanted to try it out with you.”
“Something?” Parrot raised an eyebrow at the evasive tone the voidling was taking
“Yeah wait…”
He went to his bag and started roaming in it before getting out a few things. First some rolling paper then a little hermetic plastic bag.
“Spoke is that what I think it is…?” Parrot start cautiously
“Bro is that weed?” Flame spoke up looking at the little bag
“Yeeeaaahhh Mapicc kinda had some more and gave it to me haha…”
“Bro…”
“Hey genuinely I always wanted to try it out! Like c’mon guys it’s the time plus we’re in a safe place with good….rather good music”
“Hey Wemm don’t insult my music!”
“Wemmbu you were singing those song like 5 minutes ago you genuinely can’t say that about them”
“Flame, you- ugh okay I'll shut up about the music.”
The tiger grinned and looked back at Parrot, his tail swinging softly.
“So Parrot I’m down to try it out too but it’s still your house and so your rules. You get to choose.”
The avian thought for a second under the eyes of the voidling, the netherian tiger and the demonish dragon.
“Ugh..okay let’s try it out…. At least here we’re seemingly safe. And with people we can trust.”
They all cheered and made some room on the small table for Spoke to make the spliff. It took several minutes, and a few researches on a safe and private navigator were needed, to finish it. Spoke started lighting it and taking the first huff. He grimaced, the sensation in his throat was burning as if fire was directly lightening in it. The smoke coagulated in his throat and lunge, he choked around nothing, coughing heavily while he exhaled the smoke. He grabbed his drink and down it in one shot to let the feeling go.
“Ugh….so who’s next?”
Wemmbu followed with a smile thinking he would do better than the voidling but in the end no. He met the same burning choking feeling that the voidling had felt. He grimaced too, handing the spliff to Flame while coughing in his wrist, eyes slightly closed at the discomfort. The netherian tiger simply choked a little around the smoke in his throat. Guess being used to fire does help to resist the burning sensation. Parrot was the last one to come. He carefully took the spliff, taking a huff. He closed his eyes, his face turning into a grimace. He felt his throat contracting around nothing as he started coughing the smoke escaping his mouth. A burning sting lingering in the appendix. He let out a growl, setting the still burning object on an ashtray he had grabbed for the occasion. He finished his drink too to wash away the burning feeling in his throat.
The four guys stayed silent for a moment. Before Spoke went for the spliff and took another huff this time the choking feeling less present. He slowly relaxed when he exhaled the smoke, he reopened his eyes that he hadn't realized he had closed.
“Sorry…it was like…I don’t know….stronger than me…I guess”
He cleared his throat embarrassed at the three pairs of eyes on him.
“No that’s fair bro, make the spliff turn I want to feel that again too”
The four of them started to take huffs while still talking and drinking. The choking burning feeling slowly dying down as they got used to the smoking. The herb was progressively taking effect on them, mixing with the alcohol. They were all leaning against their own seats. Wemmbu and Flame had stopped arguing and were holding themselves up with their shoulders glued to each other. The music’s volume had been a bit turned down while a comfortable silence fell between all of them, sometimes interrupted by a small chat. The feeling was more comfortable and more pleasant than what they first thought, especially after the first huff.
After the first spliff had been finished minutes passed. They didn’t know how much time passed, too lost in the comfort of their brain being as light as a feather. They kept drinking and eating a few snacks that were staying in Parrot’s cupboard. The avian had started to sluggishly preen his wings. Wemmbu seeing him, decides that he should preened his wings too. Strangely enough he moved to sit down next to Parrot on the floor to not bother Flame on the cramped couch. Spoke immediately went and took Wemmbu place laughing while saying.
“The one that goes hunting loses his seat!”*
The three others looked at the voidling in silence before chuckling slightly at his childish demeanor. A new spliff was made and turned between the four men. They were still relaxed but now a more energetic side of the psychotic molecule was taking effect. Spoke was the first to stand and slightly turn up the volume of the music to start dancing and singing. Parrot was thankful that it was a Friday night and most of the neighbors close enough to hear them were gone for the weekend and the only one that stayed was a nice old woman as deaf as a post. The demonish dragon laughed and joined the voidling in dancing. The spliff still turned between them followed by a few other drinks that went from glass to quick shots of pure alcohol. Flame grinned at the purple guy before saying,
“And I thought the music was mid, but Wemm, you seem to know all the lyrics quite well.”
“What!? You little- ugh okay hey maybe and I say MAYBE I sometimes listen to those songs…” He let the words tray the other looking at him not believing the sometimes part. “Okay okay fine Egg always listens to that so I basically always too…they’re not that mid I recognize it…”
The demonish dragon pouted embarrassingly, his hands going up to move some of his hair strands that mingle around his horns. They all laughed loudly at the statement and reaction, quickly enough Flame and Parrot joined them in the dance. Parrot was for once happy to have messed up his purchase of lightbulb when he finally took out the remote of his lightbulb to change to light in a more party light. They all kept dancing the music going on and on from some Britney Spears to Katy Perry and passing by some Rihanna and Disney teen movies songs (Determinate has my life guys). They kept that going until exhaustion hit. Parrot turned off the music and they all let themselves fall on the cramped couch. Parrot managed to turn off the light while Flame clumsily grabbed a blanket that he put on them all. Not that he really needed it since he was part netherian but it was more for the other we were still in winter after all. They all quickly fall asleep brain spinning and feeling as light as ever while the sleep was taking them.
When they woke up it was afternoon already and it was hard on all of them. They cleaned the living room and kitchen and Parrot made a mental note to buy new alcohol bottles because they had finished the majority of his stock. Then they all stayed at Parrot’s for a while, ordering some food since they all were starving. It wasn’t a bad experience but the aftermath was too hard for them to do it again soon that was for sure.
THE END.