Oh yea. Apple was baked more than a frickin' pie. If for no other reason, Casey could tell by the giggle and the way he shoved those pretzels into his mouth. First Shelby. Now Apple. Maybe he did need to try some of this one day.
"Yea, it's pretty weird. It's like we're all just party-goers in a big bubble. All we need is some chic in a poofy dress to throw a chair." No, he wasn't the least bit shamed to make a movie reference.
"Oh man, yeaaaaaaah, and then the pink, fuzzy guys will start dancing and playing hot potato with their own heads!" he couldn't help but continue laughing.
Casey started laughing. Pink fuzzy guys, huh? "Dude," he finally managed once enough of the laughter subsided to make speech possible. "The Fireys were like, fire engine red, not pink."
"Really? I guess it must have been my bad tv. It was from like the 80s. I could have sworn they were pink," he laughed even more. "Can we watch that movie man, I was baked the last time I saw that movie."
"1986," Casey replied with a nod. Okay, so maybe he was just a little bit of a fantasy movie buff. "They were most definitely red, my man. You can see for yourself when we take a night and watch that movie." He had no problem agreeing to watch it again with Apple, even though he'd seen it at least fifteen times already.
"Definitely," Apple grinned pouring himself a glass of whatever they were serving at the dance. "I'll have to look super close and try to avoid certain herbs before we watch," he giggled.
"How's the night been for you man? Causing any trouble?"
He couldn't help looking at Apple and raising and eyebrow in curiousity. A part of him was certainly interested while the other was very wary. The last time he was out an social, he ended up not remembering most of it. "And what do you have in mind?"
"Dude, I so suck when it comes to pranks. It either never goes as planned or I give it away and ruin it somehow." Still, he looked a bit interested at the illegal persuasion part. Funny, his priorities.
Casey took a look around, at the people around them. "Chic searching is easy. There's one," he pointed out another girl passing them by, "And there," to one in a shorter dress a few feet away, "And even one there."
Apple laughed. "Yeah, I might not be able to pull of a prank now that I think about it." He could also go for some more of his illegal persuasion.
"That's not what I meant man," he giggled. "Of course they're easy to spot, they're every where. But we're not bringing them to us," he gesticulated the entire time he was talking, swooping his hands out and then bringing them back in as if motioning for the ladies to come on over.
"I did bring a stash just in case though," he grinned patting his pocket and arching his eyebrows.
"Oh, so you meant me getting horribly flustered by said girls and having them walk away from the two of us laughing because I'm an idiot." Casey would say rather casually, in complete understanding. It was just the way things were. "Maybe if you do all the talking."
His gaze went to where Apple patted his pocket, and he looked back up at him curiously. He knew Apple was blazed. He didn't think Apple was also carrying. But that shouldn't have been a surprise. "And where the hell did you think you'd be able to dip into said stash at Homecoming?"
"Nah man, you're not an idiot," Apple said patting Casey's shoulder. "You just gotta be a little more... ballsy," he giggled. "You do know girls like the whole nice guy thing right, it'll work out for you."
"I always sneak out to the woods. Paco and I have a little set up out there, with some logs and big rocks," he smirked.
Despite the fact Apple was essentially right, Casey still shot him a look. At least he was ballsy enough to do that. "I know. Usually I need to get past the 'girls turning me into a blubbering idiot' part." His eyes went down to Apple's pocket for a moment, "And is that supposed to help, or just be for fun tonight?"
"We'll getcha past it man," he said patting his shoulder again.
"It's definitely for fun and it can definitely help with the ladies. You know when you're a little more relaxed," he said nodding his head. "Wanna give it a go?"
There was a moment of debate. He remembered when Shelby offered at Charlie's party and how he thought about it then, and now he was contemplating it again. Hell, why not? He drank for the first time last time he was social.
"Alright," he said with a sigh and a small nod, and made a motion as if telling Apple to lead the way. "Just as long as I remember most of the night, this time."
A grin slowly made it's way across his face. "Sweeeeeeet," he dutifully led Casey through the dance and out the back door. It was a pleasant enough evening as they walked away from the building and toward the woods. It wasn't a too far of a walk, Apple tittered on about everything and anything but remembered not to tell Casey about the time he got lost in the woods because he was so high.
When he found their little niche he settled in on his favorite log. "So you've never smoked before?" he asked as he took out a joint and lit it with a match. He took a long drag before holding it out to Casey.
Previous
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
