No More No More

Sweet E... or A; maybe J...

It's been awhile since I've had a legitimate good time.  After trying some more to figure out Tom's song, the guys got all burned out of their creative juices and popped open the whiskey and Joey rolled each person a joint.

        "Annie," Joey says, eyes bloodshot and not really focused.  He had just whispered something to Brad, who whispered to Tom.  The three seemed to agree on something hilarious whatever it was.  I'll tell you it was something about me, because at the same time they all three looked over at me from the couch.

        I take another hit, just enjoying myself.  We put another record on, I'm still sitting with Joe who still has his hand on my back, the drink is shockingly sweet and the joint is rolled tight.

        Tom and Brad giggle some more.  I decide to humor them.  "Yes?"

        "So when did this happen?"  He gestures to Joe and me.  Steven frowns.

        Joe and I shrug.  "Last night, I suppose," he mutters.

        "Huh," Joey says with a smirk, "Joe and Annie.  Who'd-a thought?"

        "Can we play twenty questions?" Tom asked suddenly.

        Brad looked surprised.  "Why would we want to do that?"

        Tom grins.  "No, but make it interesting."  He wiggles his eyebrows.  Brad smirks.  "For example," Tom continues, "Have you and Annie... Been to bed yet?"

        The three of them erupt in giggles.  Joey answers though.  "Of course not, dummy!  Have you met Annie?  She's such a prude."

        Steven looks like he wants nothing more than to leave.  Joe rolls his eyes.  "No, dip-shits, we haven't, didn't I just said last night and weren't you guys here last night?"

        "Oh, right..." Tom says.

        Now they turn on Brad, the youngest of us all.  Joey frowns, contemplating a question.  He looks down at the joint between his fingers, an evil grin spreading across his face.  "Brad, have you ever shotgunned or participated in a shotgun?" Joey asks professionally.

        Brad blushes.  Joey laughs.   Brad shakes his head in shame, but comes back with, "I'm sure not everyone in this room has."

        Joey rolls his eyes.  "Please, I bet even the prude's done it."  He looks at me dramatically.  I shake my head.  Joe seems rather annoyed.  Steven's starting to look sick.  "Oh, really?" Joey says, looking at me still.  I nod slowly, not taking my eyes off of him and getting this sick feeling in my stomach, as though something bad is about to happen.  "Do it."

        I look at Joey skeptically.  First he calls me a prude, then he acts like my circle of 'friends' back during spring break.  Tom and Brad urge me to, too.  "Do it, do it, do it!" they chant.

        Although prude isn't necessarily a derogatory term, Joey was using it as though it were as bad or being something unworthy of time.  Naturally, I want to prove to them that they should never try to use derogatory terms on me, so I turn my head so that I'm looking at Joe.

        He's all for it, believe me.  I mean, he doesn't say a word, but the look in his eyes speaks millions.  "This is not because of peer pressure," I say, "but because I'm not a prude."

        I grin at Joe, he returns it, then takes a long drag from his joint.  I shift to kneel overtop of him, so that it's easier to kiss him.  Oh, we kiss alright.  The smoke passes between the two of us, and when I run out of breath, I face away from Joe and blow the smoke that was once in Joe's mouth, in the general direction of Brad, Tom, and Joey with a malicious grin.