You plopped down onto the plush carpet of Josh Kiszka's hotel suite with a heavy sigh. "Ugh... really Josh, completely dry?" Josh looked up from his own spread eagle position on the floor, giving you an insulted look "YOURE dry too Pria, so suck it." You had just finished your last concert of the week and had gone back to the hotel to take a few days to recoup before jetting to the next tour location. You sang lead in a band that opened for GVF on their new tour, and hit it off with the curly haired lead singer, practically attached at the hip at this point, you were textbook BFFs. Up until this disappointing moment, the two of you shared in a ritualistic smoking a huge bowl after every show. Being super busy and not having any hookups in or around the greater Nashville area. "Pria.. youre literally FROM Tennessee." Josh complained, bringing up one hand for emphasis "how can you not know ANYONE??" "KNOXVILLE Josh, I'm from KNOXVILLE. How can I fucking locate a supplier, and get some kush here in fucking NASHVILLE??" You shot back, launching a throw pillow in his direction, missing him by a mile. "Lame." He muttered, sitting up "Fuck it." He stood up and started towards the bedrooms. "The hell are you going??" You yelled at him. " To see if Jake is holding." He shrugged. "But.. Jake's in the lobby bar with Sam." He turned and looked at you, clearly annoyed "I KNOW that, look, try and keep up Pri." He brought his hands up again, gesturing wildly in typical Josh fashion, "I'm going to go and riffle through Jake's shit, breaking bro code, and find us some yum yum, because I'm a problem solver, I solve problems." He turned on his heel, back in the other direction. "Dick." you mumbled, crossing your arms. You picked up the tv remote and started flipping through channels, jumping when you heard a triumphant screech coming from Jake's room. Josh appeared looking very proud of himself and grinning like a clown. "Dim the lights gorgeous, it's party time!" He held up a ninja turtle ziplock baggy with a seemingly good couple of bowls worth of weed. You pumped both fists in the air, "GOD I love you, Jake!" You jumped up and dimmed the lights and Josh grabbed his favorite bong and began preparing it for use. You dragged the pillows in the floor off the sofas and patted the floor "Let's go Kiszka, mama needs a TOKE!" Josh all but frolicked back to his spot across from you on the floor "My lady" he said in an accent, bowing to you and holding out the bong. You took it and he sit down, flicking a bic and lighting the bowl. You sucked in long drag and pulled away, holding it in and handed it back to Josh. You closed your eyes, hearing the bic flick and the bong bubble. You slowly exhaled. Wait. Something tasted odd. Your eyes opened and you smacked your lips a few times, tasting. You frowned "Dude, this tastes awful," you turned to Josh who was doing the same lip smack, frowning thing. "Where'd you find it?" He looked a combination of sheepish and disgusted "Jake's boot." You let your head fall back against the couch "Goddammit Josh."
"So beggers cant be choosers." Josh mumbled, hitting the bong again and managing to still hold it in with a grimmace. You shrugged, and took the bong, he was kind of right. You hit the bong again, and quietly passed it back and forth until the weed was ash.
You were lazily leaned back against the couch, humming Sail Away Sweet Sister by Queen and twirling a long blonde lock around your finger. You went to bring your head up to tell Josh you werent feeling it, but it was hard. Your head felt so heavy. You grabbed your head in your hands and pulled it up, looking at Josh, who seemed VERY interested in his own hands, he was turning them over and running his fingers across them looking bewildered. "Josh." He placed his hands gently to the carpet, staring ahead, still bewildered. "Yeah?" "I think my head is filled with oatmeal." You said, and he began slowly nodding "I cant move it good. And its heavy." Josh was still nodding and also running his fingers around the carpet. "Oatmeal... oatmeal... " he closed his eyes, his head falling back "God Pria, Im so hungry!" You rubbed your stomach. "Yeah." You said, standing up, stumbling a little. "Do you have any... like... teddy grahams... or.... like.. I dunno... bacon... or something?" You opened the mini fridge but there was only mini bottles of alcohol, some bottled water, and soda. "Josh... what if we starve to death?" You ask, staring wide eyed into the foodless fridge. Josh groaned, pulling at his curly locks. "Bacon... and oatmeal... teddy grahams... oatmeal PRIA, I CANT STARVE TO DEATH!!" Josh jumped up and ran to the side table by the door. He grabbed the leather bound hotel directory and dropped to the floor, flipping open and searching through it feverishly. He finally seemed to find what he was looking for and reached up, grabbing the phone. "What are you doing?" You asked, crawling towards him. He threw the book in your direction. It was open to the room service menu. "OH!" you said, looking at Josh "YOU BASTARD GENIOUS!" He grinned like and idiot with the reciever pressed to his ear, going totally serious hilariously fast when room service picked up. "Hello room service, this is Josh." You started cracking up "I... uhhh... I need... bacon... and oatmeal... you held up your arms and whispered loudly "DONUTS!" Josh gasped, grabbing his hair "AND DONUTS! Mashed potatoes... and... besketti, uh SPAGHETTI! And waffles!" You flapped the menu at him "Josh! They have a hummus plate!" Josh jumped to his feet, knocking the phone base off the table "OMG AND A HUMMUS PLATE!" You jump up and ran to him, high fiving him, missing, and crashing into the wall. Josh watched you hit and slide down the wall. "Pria.... " he turned back to his phone conversation "lots and lots of chocolate milk... yeah.." he started to lower the reciever to the base in the floor, suddenly jerking it back to his ear "AND HOAGIES!" he slammed the reciever down and breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back against the wall and grinning at you through hooded eyes. You crawled towards him "Josh. Did you give them the room number?" Josh's eyes flew open in panic. He scrambled to the phone and smashed the room service button. He stared at you wild eyed before going completely serious when someone answered "Hello room service. This is Josh."
20 minutes later:
Sam and Jake were exiting the elevator and were met with the muffled sound of Dyer maker by Led Zeppelin blasting from their suite. They exchanged looks. "The hells going on in there?" Jake mumbled, digging for his key card, he swiped in the door, and opened it. Zeppelin blasting in a way that shocked him hotel security wasnt on their case yet. The lights were dimmed, so he reached over and pushed the dimmer up. "Whaaaat... the.. fuck.." he heard Sam say behind him. Josh stared up at them from the floor, he was laying on his back with his head on the lead singer of Hard Knox's legs, a plate of what appeared to be spaghetti with mashed potatoes on his chest. Judging by the food all over his face, he was eating it. Pria sit propped up against the couch, double fisting donuts. Food was everywhere. "Ooh, hummus plate." Sam said, bending down. Jake crossed the room and turned off the radio, earning a "hey.." and a "whore." From the two in the floor. He noticed a very firmiliar baggie on the table. He picked it up and angrily stomped back to the sitting area, shaking it at Josh "Dude! Wtf?!" Pria stuck out her bottom lip, which was covered in powdered sugar "we smoked your stash, Jake. And we're sorry" Jake's face blanched "you SMOKED this???" "Yeah well, Pri has glychoma." Josh said, pointing his thumb towards her "glychoma" she repeated, chewing a piece of bacon "no you dont" Sam said, dipping a carrot stick in hummus. She lowered her head "youre right, i dont." Jake rubbed his face "Well. Maybe if you didnt take other peoples shit, or light up with the fucking lights OFF, youd realize THIS was peyote!" Pria and Josh just blinked from the floor. Sam laughed, mouthfull of pita "Shit. You guys SMOKED peyote?" Pria burst into snorts, burrying her face in a pillow. Josh only looked enlightened "wow. That explains so much." Sam lost it. Jake threw his hands up "$500 worth of peyote. Enjoy the ride, you theiving bastards." He went to his room and slammed the door. Sam picked up a waffle and took a bite "So.. was it good?"
