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her feet as a little of
the buzz kicked in.
    “This
is good shit.” Diana said, coughing as she passed back the blunt.
    “Yeah.
Jake is a total asshole, but he smokes some really good shit.”
    They
giggled as if Kim had made a joke, lying back on opposite sides of the sofa,
facing each other.
    “You
want to watch a movie?” Diana asked, grabbing a remote from a side table.
    “Maybe
later. I just want to chill out right now. Talk. Stare into your bright blue
eyes,” Kim responded, making Diana blush as she placed the remote back on the
side table.
    “Tell
me more about this Alex guy. You said he was some billionaire’s son but you
never told me the story of how you guys met,” Kim added further, smiling
expectantly.
    “Yes
I did!” Diana countered, taking the cup and blunt as it was passed back to her
again. “You probably just forgot because of all the pot you smoke with your
hippie friends.”
    “I’m
not saying it’s true, I’m not saying it’s not, but would you care to refresh my
memory then, oh beautiful and wise one?” They both giggled as Diana threw a
small pillow at her, the mellow high settling in.
    “Ok.
I’ll tell the story again. Just this once. And if you ask me to do it again I’m
confiscating all your lovely kush.“
    Kim
burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as she fought to control herself.
“You can try,” she finally croaked, “But I don’t see that ending well for you.”
    Diana
frowned, crossing her arms across her chest. “Those are the conditions. If you
don’t want to hear the story you can keep laughing.”
    “Drama
queen,” Kim commented, pulling a face. “But ok, ok. Never again.”
    “Good.
It was a Saturday night, and I was reasonably drunk, clubbing with Stacy at the
Red Velvet, as usual, having a good time. Some guy starts hitting on her when
we come off the dance floor and get ourselves a table, and he and his boy start
buying us round after round of drinks. Stacy is usually the cool-headed one, so
she normally acts as my compass, but she must have been really feeling this guy
because she was downing shots like a pro. And me being me, I was following her
lead. Soon we’re both really fucked up, dancing like crazy with those two guys,
who must have been just as drunk as we are. The guy I’m with starts groping me
and shit, being a little too handsy, so I tell him to fuck off. He ignores me,
or doesn’t hear… the music was pretty loud. He just keeps grabbing at my ass
and tits, so I tell him to fuck off again. He doesn’t stop though, and I decide
to just fucking leave him there and go back to the table, but no, the guy grabs
me by the waist and pulls me to him. I was reeeaally drunk, so it’s enough to
make me barf on some bald black guy who was dancing next to us, blowing a whole
chunk of puke on his shirt. The guy I’ve puked on gets real pissed and he turns
around yelling, ‘What the fuck!’ above the music.
    “The
DJ, in his ultimate wisdom, decides that he’d better turn off the music, and
everything goes silent as guys try to figure out what’s going down. The guys
next to us had already noticed the commotion, so there was a small circle
forming around us as the big guy takes his shirt off. And the guy was ripped!
Like body-builder ripped. And he holds up his shirt, looking at the guy I was
dancing with, and he says, “Look at what your fucking bitch did to me.” The
pussy ass bitch I was with decides I’m not worth getting beat up for, so he
goes all, ‘I’m sorry dude, but she ain’t my bitch. I just met her man, I don’t
even know her fucking name...’ grovel, grovel, grovel, backing away into the
crowd. I’m still not quite sober, and I’m still pissed that the guy was so
touchy, so I yell out, ‘You asshole! I am so dumping your ass!’
    “The
black guy thinks that the guy was lying to him, so he punches him anyway,
knocking him out, and I start laughing. The guy then grabs me by the hand, and
Stacy, who had come to stand