Reunion
"I haven't smoked in over a dozen years." You say. "I look forward to being high again."
That having been said, you rise to your feet and follow them out the door into the dimly lit parking lot. The Creature from the Black Lagoon leads the way around the lot towards the back of the bar.
"Where are we going to smoke, Creature from the Black Lagoon?" Wolfman asks him.
"I figure the most inconspicuous place to partake in our inhalation of THC would be around back. There appears to be a wooded section back there which should provide ample coverage from any passer-byes." He says.
"Sounds good to me." Wolfman says.
"Nnnnng," says Frankenstein.
"If the cops come you can give all the dope to me. I'm invisible. They'll never find me." You say.
All of you laugh at this.
You get to the back of the bar and see the deep shadows of the wooded area behind the bar. Frankenstein leads the way into the utter blackness and the rest of you follow suit.
He leans his back up against a tree and holds the flame of the lighter to the end of the blunt. After a few puffs he has the thing lit and it gets passed around between all of you until it goes out.
After only a few tokes, your eyes feel like they are resting on cotton and your mouth feels as though it is filled with it. You feel a little jittery; not with energy, but rather with an unexplained nervousness. You feel like you can do anything you want, but you lack the motivation to actually follow through.
The Wolfman has the blunt in his hands and attempts to puff on it, but finds that it has gone out. "Let me see the lighter." He tells Frankenstein.
Frankenstein hands Wolfman the lighter and the lycanthrope sparks the device to life and holds the flame to the end of the half smoked blunt.
It happens so fast that you are caught completely off guard. The flame misses it's intended target and catches the hair at the side of the Wolfman's face. He erupts into a screaming and writhing mass of enflamed monster, and the smell of burning hair threatens to choke you.
Thankfully the Creature from the Black Lagoon reacts before it is too late. He throws the writhing inferno of a monster to the ground and begins rolling him. Frankenstein and his wife stand there stupidly, watching the Creature from the Black Lagoon save your long time friend.
Eventually the flames go out and the Wolfman stands up, his hair still smoldering in a few places. "Holy shit!" He says, out of breath.
"At least we won't smell like pot." You say.
"Unnnnnnnnnng," says Frankenstein.
"Thanks for helping me out, you fucking dicks." He says to you and Frankenstein. Frank just shrugs his shoulder.
"Hey, I helped." You say, lying like the dishonest bastard that you are. How the hell would they know any different?
"Oh." He says. "Can we go back to the bar now? I really need a drink."
"What happened to the blunt?" You ask.
"Man, fuck you." He says, trying to shoulder past you, but just putting himself off balance and on coarse for a collision with a tree.
"Seriously," You say, "Did you smoke it all? Or did it smoke you?"
Frankenstein, his wife, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon laugh at your jest, but the Wolfman doesn't seem at all pleased. He leaves the group of you in the wood.
The four of you walk back to the bar laughing at everything like a pack of adolescent boys in your first sex education class.
When you get back into the bar, Dracula walk up to your troupe.
"Creature from the Black Lagoon," He says, "there is something vhich I have just recently discovered that I feel you should know."
"What would that be?" the Creature from the Black Lagoon responds. Frankenstein and his wife walk to the bar to order drinks.
Dracula leans in close to the Creature from the Black Lagoon, speaking in a low tone so that no one else can overhear what he is saying.
But you're invisible and could easily get close enough to hear what secret is being passed between the two of them.
That having been said, you rise to your feet and follow them out the door into the dimly lit parking lot. The Creature from the Black Lagoon leads the way around the lot towards the back of the bar.
"Where are we going to smoke, Creature from the Black Lagoon?" Wolfman asks him.
"I figure the most inconspicuous place to partake in our inhalation of THC would be around back. There appears to be a wooded section back there which should provide ample coverage from any passer-byes." He says.
"Sounds good to me." Wolfman says.
"Nnnnng," says Frankenstein.
"If the cops come you can give all the dope to me. I'm invisible. They'll never find me." You say.
All of you laugh at this.
You get to the back of the bar and see the deep shadows of the wooded area behind the bar. Frankenstein leads the way into the utter blackness and the rest of you follow suit.
He leans his back up against a tree and holds the flame of the lighter to the end of the blunt. After a few puffs he has the thing lit and it gets passed around between all of you until it goes out.
After only a few tokes, your eyes feel like they are resting on cotton and your mouth feels as though it is filled with it. You feel a little jittery; not with energy, but rather with an unexplained nervousness. You feel like you can do anything you want, but you lack the motivation to actually follow through.
The Wolfman has the blunt in his hands and attempts to puff on it, but finds that it has gone out. "Let me see the lighter." He tells Frankenstein.
Frankenstein hands Wolfman the lighter and the lycanthrope sparks the device to life and holds the flame to the end of the half smoked blunt.
It happens so fast that you are caught completely off guard. The flame misses it's intended target and catches the hair at the side of the Wolfman's face. He erupts into a screaming and writhing mass of enflamed monster, and the smell of burning hair threatens to choke you.
Thankfully the Creature from the Black Lagoon reacts before it is too late. He throws the writhing inferno of a monster to the ground and begins rolling him. Frankenstein and his wife stand there stupidly, watching the Creature from the Black Lagoon save your long time friend.
Eventually the flames go out and the Wolfman stands up, his hair still smoldering in a few places. "Holy shit!" He says, out of breath.
"At least we won't smell like pot." You say.
"Unnnnnnnnnng," says Frankenstein.
"Thanks for helping me out, you fucking dicks." He says to you and Frankenstein. Frank just shrugs his shoulder.
"Hey, I helped." You say, lying like the dishonest bastard that you are. How the hell would they know any different?
"Oh." He says. "Can we go back to the bar now? I really need a drink."
"What happened to the blunt?" You ask.
"Man, fuck you." He says, trying to shoulder past you, but just putting himself off balance and on coarse for a collision with a tree.
"Seriously," You say, "Did you smoke it all? Or did it smoke you?"
Frankenstein, his wife, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon laugh at your jest, but the Wolfman doesn't seem at all pleased. He leaves the group of you in the wood.
The four of you walk back to the bar laughing at everything like a pack of adolescent boys in your first sex education class.
When you get back into the bar, Dracula walk up to your troupe.
"Creature from the Black Lagoon," He says, "there is something vhich I have just recently discovered that I feel you should know."
"What would that be?" the Creature from the Black Lagoon responds. Frankenstein and his wife walk to the bar to order drinks.
Dracula leans in close to the Creature from the Black Lagoon, speaking in a low tone so that no one else can overhear what he is saying.
But you're invisible and could easily get close enough to hear what secret is being passed between the two of them.