The Rouge and the Reject

The Last Supper

AN: If you feel like having some background music for Daniel's little dinner speach put on 'Daisy' by Brand New. The song not the whole album. Picture of Arya for you! 

Arya.

            It took Daniel and me until dinner time to finish trimming the last of the cannabis. Mainly because we spent our time in the basement doing everything but trimming. After our second Nerf gun we realized it was six o’clock in the evening and we still had three pounds to trim.

            “I can’t believe you lost to a girl, not just any girl but a half human girl. I’m a weakling; you’re the big bag rogue. This is hilarious!” I teased Daniel as we packed up the last of the weed. Daniel had brought out some Nerf guns and told me we should practice my aim just in case something happened. So we spent half the day running around the large basement hiding behind pot plants and shooting each other in the face. Just so we’re clear, I kicked his ass.

            “I let you win.” He grumbled zipping up the last suitcase.

            “Sure you did babe.” I smiled sweetly and patted his back. “Sure you did.” I giggled and grabbed a few suitcases quickly taking them upstairs before Daniel could think of a comeback. Everyone was in the kitchen hanging out. June and Peter were home apparently they had come back sometime that afternoon. Jeremy, Peter and Connor sat at the table smoking a joint talking quietly about something. I’m assuming it had to do with Daniel’s phone call he got earlier that he had yet to tell me about. When they say me enter the kitchen they immediately stopped talking.

            “Finally you guys are done. I thought you’d be down there all night.” Jeremy chuckled smiling at me.

            “Yeah how long does it take to trim a couple pounds?” Peter laughed.

            “Well not very long. You know me I’m usually done with a couple pounds in an hour or two. The battle of the Nerf guns is what took forever. By the way I kicked Daniel’s ass, twice.” The boys erupted into a fit of laughter I smiled proudly. I walked over to June and Melody who were busy cooking dinner for everyone. “Do you guys need help?” I asked as I opened the fridge and grabbed myself a bottle of wine.

            “Oh no thank you hun, I feel terrible that you spent all that time making a dinner that was ruined by my jerk of a mate. So June and I are cooking you dinner.” Melody replied with a sweet smile.

            “Plus Mel and I figured you could use a break from cooking for all of these ravenous wolves.” June giggled pulling out some wine glasses she handed them over to me as I opened the bottle.        

            “Yeah these guys eat like crazy. The amount of money we spend on groceries is absurd! We could feed a whole town for months.” I laughed pouring us all glasses of wine.

            “Oh I remember when Pete and I worked in the dispensary together he used to bring like four lunches for himself. It was hilarious. I don’t know where he puts it. ” Everyone laughed except for Peter who turned to look at us.

            “Hey! It’s not my fault I have an abnormally fast metabolism! You’re not one to talk about eating! You eat like a freaking bird. An apple here a grape there, have a freaking steak for once!” Peter defended himself.

            “Actually, that saying is a very popular misconception.” I grinned hopping up to sit on the counter. “Birds actually gorge themselves in food and eat like three times their bodyweight. Which I believe is not June but in fact you. So stick that in your juice box and suck it Petey.” I grinned sticking my tongue out at him. I held my hands up, June and Melody slapped me five as we died laughing. Connor and Jeremy joined us after a moment.