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Post by maxwell ralph sheppard on Feb 21, 2011 17:14:38 GMT -5
Max had promised this Jordan girl that she'd meet her at the lake in an hour. He also brought some party favors. He wasn't sure what she was into, and though he himself didn't do drugs, he kept some on hand for when he met a girl that did. He was always willing to party, and though not always, he'd smoke every once in awhile. Only pot of course, it was one of his toxens other then Vodka.
So he grabbed his weed, ciggerates, vodka and a bag of chips. Who knew, maybe this girl was one of them goody's. He doubted it, but you could never be sure in this school. There could be a sex addict that was good. Wait there was, Belle ah the girl he corrupted big time. Or well persuaded her into his warm bed and no one cared any differences. Okay so many people seemed to care just a little. No one was mad at him though, which was good. he didn't do drama, he just caused it. And that in and of itself was fun to watch.
He was still messing with Hope and Elle, he needed someone more permanant. That he knew would do something fun and be a disantly long term situation. As he neared the lake, he saw no Jordan. He sat near the lake opened his booze and drank some. He hoped that her posion wasn't his Vodka, he rather have it all to himself. Though he'd be happy to share some with the girl. If it meant getting what he wanted, he just rather not deal with those said situations.
Ah and thinking of the devil, she just walked up. He gave his usual smirk,"Hey pretty lady." Did i tell you he could put on the charm? He was good at it, too. He took a drag from his lit ciggerate, and pulled out the bag of weed from his pocket, "Pick your posion." He was glad it was night time and dark, no one would expect to see either of them here and that was always good.
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