Abernathy was all set for the ball. She was decked out in a silver striped gown, her shiny kicks, with a red orchid donning her hair. She'd dyed a stripe of hair red for the holidays to match.
She was prepared in other ways too. She'd bought a bottle of cheap booze off an upperclassman and had already taken a few shots waiting for Shelby.
She opened her door with a big grin. "Shelbow!" She ushered him inside and set a glamour on her door so that it looked as if they'd already headed out to the dance and the room was unoccupied. "You look fabulous."
"Thanks, you look pretty cute yourself" Shelby replied, making his way into the room. "Cool hair." he added finally paying enough attention to realize it had in fact been dyed. He was never the brightest when it came to noticing things like that.
"I um, a I got you this." Shelby laughed, only half trying to present the flower in a serious manner. With a goofy grin on his face he held out his hand containing the rose and moved it towards his friend.
"Thanks," she said about the hair. "I thought about doing green, but I figured that would be a bit over the top."
She took the flower with the slightest hint of a blush. "It's beautiful." She didn't have a vase, but there was a water bottle on her desk which she set the flower in.
"I have some booze if you want to pregame?" she suggested loosely. She hoped he had some of the green on him. She didn't often partake, but she felt like she needed to let loose tonight and just enjoy herself.
"Uh man, that wouldn't of been over the top at all. You can never have too much color." replied Shelby with a grin. Shelby took a seat on the end of Abernathy's bed and waited as she placed the rose in the water bottle on the desk. He was glad she seemed to like it.
"I'll try a shot. I guess." Shelby agreed, he wasn't much of a drinker but a straight shot wouldn't be too bad on his blood sugars, he supposed.
Shelby reached into his pocket and felt around until he found one of the small baggie's in had stashed inside. "Do you mind if I roll a joint too?" He asked pulling out a dime bag and a pack of candy-cane papers.
"Only so long as I get to have a little taste," she replied, watching him for a moment as he started rolling. She didn't get high often, but she felt like making an exception today.
She poured a bit of the liquor into a small cup, careful to make sure it was only one shot. She poured herself a larger shot and passed him the other cup. "Bottoms up!" she grinned.
"Sure thing dude." Shelby piped up. "I mean if you're sure you want to?" He added lifting his concentration from the joint in his hand to Abernathy. He knew she wasn't much of a smoker, but he wasn't about to talk her out of it.
Shelby took the nearly rolled joint and laid it down on the bed beside him when AB passed him his shot, taking the small glass in one hand, he quickly drank it back on her cue. The taste was harsh and Shelby couldn't help but stick out his tongue in disgust. He shook his head and giggled, "How can you drink that shit, it tastes like ass."
He picked the joint back up from beside him and ripped a small piece of cardboard from his pack of papers to make a quick filter. He ran the joint through his lips to baptize it and pulled out his lighter.
"Is it cool if we smoke in here?" He asked before lighting up.
"I'm sure," she replied and downed her shot. She grimaced momentarily. Very few things could take the bite out of the booze.
She laughed cheerily at his comment and shrugged. "I live near the Hudson River. I'm used to ass tasting water. And PCBs."
"Yeah," she replied. She could always do a quick spell to refresh the air before her roommate came home. "Charmed the door," she added with a little smirk. Otherwise she wouldn't have been drinking.
She giggled with him as the shots started going to her head. She felt pleasantly warm and a little fuzzy. "It would be my pleasure," she replied, taking the joint and lighter. She took a good, long toke and held it in her lungs until she felt like bursting. She exhaled with a little cough. "Been awhile." But man, it felt good.
"Yeah its pretty cheap stuff so it's kinda rough." Shelby laughed. "Takes getting used to."
Shelby waited for AB to finish her turn before reaching out to take the joint from her hand. He was glad she seemed to be having a good time. He pulled it to his lips and took 3 quick tokes, and inhaled it all with one deep breathe. Holding for a few seconds, he exhaled and repeated.
"We should do this more often." he laughed, his eyes already starting to squint.
"Not often enough." Shelby laughed, nudging his friend a little in her side. Shelby thought AB was pretty cute when she giggled (not that he wanted her to know that, they were after all just friends). Seeing her drunk and silly definitely made him smile though.
"Yes dude, we definitely have to! Especially once your probation shit is all over with then we can start getting into some trouble around this place again." He grinned, there was a slightly mischievous look in his bloodshot red eyes.
"I think it might be over actually," she replied with a big wink. "Though maybe we should hold off on causing trouble until next semester." She giggled again. "Throw Pendragon off the scent of mischief."
"Really that's awesome." Shelby replied, feeling like maybe he should of known that already. His terrible memory was particularly bad when mixed with weed.
"Or we just have to be very careful in the meantime." Shelby laughed only half-serious. Grinning widely he stuck out his tongue, "Pendragon has to catch us to bust us."
"We will never be caught!" she proclaimed before breaking into another fit of giggles. She couldn't help it; when Shelby was around her smile hitched in place and couldn't be stopped.
"You feeling sufficiently pre-gamed to hit the dance?" She had at least another shot to go before she was tipsy enough to not give a shit about what she was wearing anymore.
"I'm ready if you are." Shelby grinned but not without pulling out his bag of weed again. "I just gotta make another one for later." He laughed, knowing the difficulty he'd have if forced to roll one later on the back of some school toilet seat.
Slipping a fairly makeshift filter into the open end of the joint he then stuck it securely in his shirt pocket. He looked down realizing he still had his shoes on. "Time to get our dance on." he giggled, shaking his ass a little in what had to be a pretty ridiculous new dance move.
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