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Who: November and Hawthorne
Where: November's house in Lake George
When: In the wee hours of Sunday morning/Saturday night
What: No is all alone in her house and can't sleep so she texts her bud Manney for company, lo and behold she tested the wrong Nikitin and ended up with Thorny instead.
Rating: SFW
November, not for the first time, had the house all to herself for the weekend. Her mom and brother had gone to visit her sister at school and her dad was on tour again. As much as she enjoyed the quiet during the day on Saturday she hated the creepy feeling at night. She had tried tea and reading but she just couldn't sleep without waking up a few seconds later with a fright. Finally she texted Manney and asked him to come over to keep him company. She was a little curious about his last stumbled text but didn't put too much thought into it as she stretched her legs and sighed quietly, just waiting for her friend to arrive.
Where: November's house in Lake George
When: In the wee hours of Sunday morning/Saturday night
What: No is all alone in her house and can't sleep so she texts her bud Manney for company, lo and behold she tested the wrong Nikitin and ended up with Thorny instead.
Rating: SFW
November, not for the first time, had the house all to herself for the weekend. Her mom and brother had gone to visit her sister at school and her dad was on tour again. As much as she enjoyed the quiet during the day on Saturday she hated the creepy feeling at night. She had tried tea and reading but she just couldn't sleep without waking up a few seconds later with a fright. Finally she texted Manney and asked him to come over to keep him company. She was a little curious about his last stumbled text but didn't put too much thought into it as she stretched her legs and sighed quietly, just waiting for her friend to arrive.
"I think there is too," she said brightly. "If I were to get into it I would go for muggle tatts. Like... it hurts a little but it's nothing you wouldn't be able to handle," she gave him a little wink. "Especially the closer you are to bone. Collar bone hurts like a bitch," she tried not to shiver when he touched the inside of her arm. "Thanks, I'll have to send along your compliments."
She was laughing so hard her stomach started hurting. "Oh no, oh no, that's too good," she said shaking her head. You're too funny."
"I don't watch reality tv at all," she said honestly. "Scouts honor. I'd rather watch Traffic Now! than watch reality television."
He stood up and walked awkwardly over the coffee table and then turned to jump on the couch and grab a pillow to hit on the back of the couch like he was attacking Tokyo. "Show me your dubbed horror face while I battle Mothra!"
He plopped back onto the couch and tried to stop his giggles, but it took awhile before he could speak again. "Oh fuck. I love Traffic now. It's great when you're burning man. Just turn it on and watch the headlights. Soft jazz. It's fucking awesome."
"Ahhhh!" was all she could manage in mock terror, giggling even harder. "Sorry my dubbed horror face is shit," she laughed.
A bit shyly, she snuggled up close to Thorny when he had settled back on the couch. "It's my favorite background noise. And it's gotta be one of the best hang over cures," she grinned.
"Hide the women and children. Tropical Storm Thorny is making landfall! Ahhhhh!" Then he pretended to get shot by the villagers and flopped over the back of the couch making gagging, dying noises before turning back to grin at her broadly.
He settled his arm back over her shoulder. "One of these days we're going to get shit faced drunk and maybe a little high and we're going to watch Traffic Now until the sun comes up."
"Ahhhhh! Not Tropical Storm Thorny!" she mock screamed, putting her hands up in the air. She collapsed into another giggle fit when he was gagging.
"I look forward to this little adventure of ours," she said brightly. "I don't think I've ever met anyone else who watches Traffic Now," she paused, grinning widely. "Me, you, the banjo, and Traffic Now."
"You, me, the banjo, and my bong." Then he laughed because bong was a ridiculous word. "I'm sorry, our three-way just became a four-way. And while we're at it I think we need to keep it flexible. Need to make room for the occasional bongo or pocketbook dog."
Then it dawned on her. "Ohhh! Is that what you meant earlier with the drum circles behind the herbology shed?" She blushed feeling silly for getting the joke hours later.
Thorny cracked up. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "I mean. We bring bongos too. But usually we're just smoking up and banging the drums when a teacher comes by as a cover."
"Pretty clever cover up," she smirked. "Just give them those big innocent eyes and they'll never expect a thing," she teased gently. "I've only smoked a few times," she admitted. The last time I danced around in my skibbies and ate a loaf of cinnamon toast," she laughed.
"Oh. I think they suspect," he said with a silly grin. "Most of the time they just break up the party. I've only gotten detention and a lecture from Dawkins..." He lifted up his hand to count and discovered it was about three times. He shrugged. "No big."
Then he was grinning like a kid in a candy store. "We have got to get high together some time."
"That's not so bad then," she said. "I... don't think I have ever got detention. My dad says I should get into trouble more, live a little, break curfew," she shrugged. "I just haven't gotten caught yet."
"You must really like cinnamon toast," she laughed though she was sure that he wasn't talking about the cinnamon toast.