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Post by Lana on Jan 29, 2007 19:42:57 GMT
Sarah grinned when she saw the guitar. Well, actually, she could grin at anything now, 'cause all the worries and problems faded away after a good joint.
"Faye", - she called, - "this weed rocks, doesn't it?"
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Post by Devyn on Jan 29, 2007 19:46:15 GMT
Faye took a deep drag and grinned.
"Oh yeah... it does." She glanced beside her at Sarah, her whole demeanor was a lot calmer when she smoked-- which she actually didn't do as often as drinking or snorting.
She glanced at Blake, "Oh, Blakey-Blake, you gonna play us a song?" She took a seat on the nearby couch, taking another drag, holding it between her fingers.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 29, 2007 19:50:15 GMT
He still had the headphones around his neck, but didn't played the music in the i-pod. He sat down in the couch and played on one string softly as he waited for himself to think of a song he could play
"mmm.." he replied to Faye, but still didn't start playing an actual melody
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Post by Lana on Jan 29, 2007 19:53:13 GMT
Sarah sit down on a couch as well, tilting her head and looking at Blake expectantly, waiting.
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Post by Devyn on Jan 29, 2007 19:56:01 GMT
Faye took another puff and leaned her head back, looking up at the fan that was slowly spinning around.
Fascinating...
"What if we turned up the fan really high and attached a rope and took turns flying around the room?"
She asked, dreamily before taking another drag.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 29, 2007 19:59:40 GMT
He didn't even react to her druggie-talk. He was used to it. Instead he started playing the melody to the song 'All these things I hate revolves around me' (by Bullet For My Valentine), while he tried to think of another melody he could play in the meantime
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Post by Lana on Jan 29, 2007 20:03:52 GMT
Sarah looked up, grinning broadly and considering Faye's offer as something probable and highly entertaining: "Why do we have to do it un turns? We can attach three ropes and fly all together, why not? But... Blake would have to take his boots off - they're too heavy and would drag us down".
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Post by Devyn on Jan 29, 2007 20:06:03 GMT
Faye giggled a bit herself speaking sarcastically, "I think Blakey-Blake's too heavy just by himself." She always made fun of Blake since he wasn't the most muscular type of guy around. "It might just have to be us two, besides he's busy fucking with his guitar."
Again, she took a deep drag of the joint.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 29, 2007 20:13:31 GMT
He looked at Faye
"Hey, stop being nasty, do you know how good this guitarr fucks?" he smirks
"Besides...flying around in a fan isn't really my type of thing"
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Post by Lana on Jan 29, 2007 20:16:54 GMT
"What is your type of thing?" - Sarah asked Blake with a smirk. - "I mean... instead of flying-fans... what do you replace it with?"
She glanced at Faye and sighed: "I can't see you smoking and sit like this myself. I am envious", - she chuckled, taking yet another joint and wondering for a moment whether she should do it now or not. The second joint in 20 minutes might be too much, but she didn't care. "Blake, could you supply me with that black-not-explosive-lighter?" - she asked.
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