The Muffin Man ✓

The Headless Leprechaun

After a quick shower, Harry dried off and sat on his bed. He bent over and tapped on the floor nearby. The tile slid open revealing a hidden compartment. He opened it and pulled out a wooden box. Then he put everything in place.

He leaned back on his bed and opened the wooden box. Inside were some rolling papers and a pound of his finest.

"Harry?" Emma was still in the bathroom. "Can you light one for me too?"

"Already on it, baby."

Harry carefully sprinkled the pot onto the thin paper and rolled it tightly, licking it a few times. Then he lit up and inhaled deeply.

He leaned back against his pillows and allowed the smoke to travel from his lungs to his veins and straight to his head.

Ohh. . .yeah. . .best. . .ever.

Taking another hit, Harry closed his eyes and floated on a sea of beautiful marijuana bliss.

Something was scratching the side of the house. From outside he heard some thumps and some cursing. Then a head appeared in the open window, its chin rested on the sill. The head looked a lot like Niall. What a strange sight.

"Sup." Harry said to it.

"Oh crap," the head was looking at him. "Uh hey. Sup."

"Who are you?" Harry slurred. "Are you real?"

"Uhh, no," the head said. "I'm not real. I am the. . .uh. . .the Headless Leprechaun."

Harry tried his best to think of the logic in that. "How are you headless when your head is the only thing I see?"

"Whoooo." The head cried. "Ahhh, you're all messed up. It's that pot you're smoking."

Harry thought about that as he took another drag. Damn this shit was good. He looked up and suddenly noticed a head sitting in the open window that looked just like Niall. "Hey, sup."

The head looked around the room, then back at him. "Where's your wife?" He asked with a wicked leer.

"I dunno. Emma!"

Emma came into the bedroom wearing only a pink lace barely there bra and matching panties. Niall's jaw dropped at the sight.

"Oh mama." he whispered to himself while struggling to balance on the ladder, praying he didn't fall off.

Emma didn't even notice the head in the window. She joined her husband on the large bed. "Hit me, baby." She murmured.

Harry handed her a joint. She took a deep toke, leaning against him.

"This is some of the best shit ever." Harry said while choking and coughing.

"It's amazing," Emma blew a trail of smoke towards the ceiling. "This is what we should be selling."

"I know," Harry tried to keep focused.

"We shouldn't keep the good stuff to ourselves," Emma was saying. "We could be making a lot of good bank with this stuff. Double our business."

Niall struggled to dig out his phone from his pocket with one hand while holding on to the window sill with the other. He knew he was supposed to be finding their stash but Emma in her bra and panties was too good to pass up.

He managed to take several shots of Emma. Pure gold. Unfortunately Harry's bare pale ass was also in the pics. Thank God for Photoshop.

Harry noticed Niall's head sitting on the window. "Hey look, a head in the window. Sup, head."

Emma pointed. "What's that?"

"It's a headless head or something."

Niall rolled his eyes. Boy were they fucked up. He tried to get himself together. He needed to find that stash of theirs. Arie had told him that Harry and Emma kept their bedroom door locked during the day when they were out so she couldn't look in there.

Niall glanced around the room. A large bed with two stoned idiots, a chair and an armoire on thick plush carpet. There were a couple of doors on the other side of the room. He guessed they were the bathroom and the fancy schmancy walk in closets that stuck up rich people had. He saw a large portrait hanging on the wall of Emma in a sexy pose wearing nothing more than what she had on now. Ohhh nice!

Niall tried to climb into the window when suddenly he heard a siren.

"Oh crap."

Niall lost his balance and fell away from the window. With a loud whoosh he landed onto a large bush below.

"Oww, shit." he whimpered, wondering if he was hurt, and if so could he sue Harry's ass?

"Who's there?" someone called.

Damn damn damn. Niall hid deep into the bushes. He could see the security guard walking past with his flashlight. Crap, he thought, the guard wasn't supposed to be on duty until later. Talk about bad timing.

Niall waited until the guard left. Then he got up and snuck over to the servants house in the back where he and Arie stayed.

"Honey, is that you?" Arie called from the back of the house.

"Who else, babe." Niall plopped down in his chair.

"Did you find anything?" she asked. "Please say yes, I spent all afternoon separating Harry's boxers by color. Tomorrow I have to do Emma's panties. I could use some good news now."

"Uh sorry to disappoint you."

"Oh Niall."

Niall took out his phone and checked out the pictures of Emma. Nice. The perfect consolation prize.

"I sure hope," Arie said as she left the bedroom. "that you weren't wasting time spying on Emma."

Niall tucked his phone quickly back in his pocket. "Course not." He reminded himself to lock his phone before bedtime.

Arie came into the room and sat on his lap. "I wish we could find that stash," she said. "It would really make our lives better with a little change in our pockets."

"I know right." Niall said. "But I did see them smoking some shit so good they got totally messed up on it. They said it was the best ever"

"Seriously?"

"Saw it myself. It's got to be in that bedroom somewhere." Niall said. "That's what we need to get our hands on if we want to get back in the game."

"Don't worry," Arie gave him a kiss. "We'll find that stash."

"I sure hope so. I'm getting sick of driving Harry's ass all over town."