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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.
"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.