After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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After slamming the door on a mortified Tae, Jimin expressed that he loves messing with him because he's an 'easy target' and to definitely expect more of it in the future. Which I must admit does please me, it's about time Tae got a taste of his own medicine.
I remember one time he thought it would be good to prank me by sneaking some stink bombs under my door mat so when I came home one night after work, all I hear is crunch as soon as I step in my house and suddenly my house is full with the smell of raw sewage that lasted for days.
I should have taken my spare key from him there and then. But this was at the same time that Josh was being a psycho ex so I needed Tae to always have access to my house, just in case.
But now that is all over with and Tae walked in on me in a very compromising position this morning, I think it's time to take that key back.
Taking my hand as we walk back into the living room, Jimin gives me a quick kiss before running out the room telling me he had a 'big surprise' for me.
I know you do buddy, it's not a surprise anymore.
Walking back into the room with a mischievous grin on his face and his hand behind his back, he's suddenly dangling the biggest bag of weed I have ever seen in my face making my jaw drop as he wiggles his eyebrows at me.
"Where the hell did you get that?" I ask him, grabbing the bag to examine it.
"A friend." He says, jumping over the back of the couch and flopping down beside me.
"Jimin, you're new in town." I frown as he takes the bag from me. "What friend is this?"
"Just someone I know from playing poker online." He shrugs. "Let's smoke some."
"You have anything to smoke it with?" I ask him, watching his face drop in realisation, obvious that no, he doesn't.
"Do you know how to make brownies?" He grins, making me match his facial expression as we both jump to our feet and run to the kitchen.
After we help each other making the brownie mix and throwing in a generous amount of the weed, we find ourselves both crouching down in excitement staring at the oven as we wait for the brownies to bake.
"Smells good." I hum, looking up at the timer as it counts down the last five minutes.
"It really does." He nods in agreement. "Shall we get drunk too?"
"Well, we are already misbehaving so yeah, why not?" I shrug, watching as he leaves the room, coming back a few short minutes later with two bottles of tequila in his hands.
After devouring the entire brownie and one of the bottles of tequila between the two of us, I think it's safe to say that we are well and truly fucked up as we roll around on his living room floor laughing at God knows what with our eyes half shut.The crown moulding on his ceiling being the main source of my amusement as I lay flat on my back on his carpet whilst he crawls around on his hands and knees looking for Cleo.
