Post by finley malcolm hampton on Dec 15, 2013 22:43:53 GMT -5
Finn sat on his couch, doing what he usually did on a Sunday night: rolling a joint and chilling out. Though life had become a bit more atypical, now that he had Ramla, but it was nice to revert to stasis, to ultimate chill. To listen to music and smoke some, no plans of leaving more moving, just him and his mind; and The Smiths. But they were always a welcome addition to any party. Humming along lightly, he focused his attention on the joint at hand before he lost himself in another stoned thinking tangent today.
He thought about Ramla as he rolled it and how much he had been cutting back since they met. Part of it was that he had found something far more entertaining to do with her and another part was that Finn never wanted her to know how much he actually smoked. She was so pure, so very perfect and smart, he realized he couldn't be such a heavy stoner and keep up with her. Honestly, it took his full mental capabilities to understand half of the things she said. But seeing her smile was absolutely worth it.
A knock on the door brought him back to reality and he panicked slightly. Dammit, he wasn't expecting anyone over. Either it was one of his brother's friends (which wouldn't be a problem), Ramla (only a slight problem, or the police (BIG problem). Stashing his collection of goodies back in the shoebox that was their home, he straightened his shirt and peeked through the eyehole, half convinced he was having a stoned hallucination.
"Sabine?" Finn opened the door, taking in the stunning visage of his French friend. "What are you doing here?" Tonight was absolutely going to take an interesting turn, if his previous experiences with her were any way to gauge.
He thought about Ramla as he rolled it and how much he had been cutting back since they met. Part of it was that he had found something far more entertaining to do with her and another part was that Finn never wanted her to know how much he actually smoked. She was so pure, so very perfect and smart, he realized he couldn't be such a heavy stoner and keep up with her. Honestly, it took his full mental capabilities to understand half of the things she said. But seeing her smile was absolutely worth it.
A knock on the door brought him back to reality and he panicked slightly. Dammit, he wasn't expecting anyone over. Either it was one of his brother's friends (which wouldn't be a problem), Ramla (only a slight problem, or the police (BIG problem). Stashing his collection of goodies back in the shoebox that was their home, he straightened his shirt and peeked through the eyehole, half convinced he was having a stoned hallucination.
"Sabine?" Finn opened the door, taking in the stunning visage of his French friend. "What are you doing here?" Tonight was absolutely going to take an interesting turn, if his previous experiences with her were any way to gauge.