Drabble of Summer #44: Weed
Jun. 13th, 2011 08:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticThe bass pulsed through the floor, its deep beat going all through his body. Peter tried to follow the rhythm as he danced. He easily pushed the thought of his curfew out of his head. All he knew was the music and the people around him.
He got tired of dancing and sat down with a group of his friends. They were all passing around some kind of drug. Peter already tried a cigarette and didn’t care for it. But when the thing passed to him he could smell it definitely wasn’t a cigarette. He put it between his lips and inhaled tentatively.
Way better than a cigarette. It went through his body just like the bass. Only better. He kept the thing, taking it all in. He passed it on and leaned up against the girl sitting next to him. She was really pretty and her earrings sparkled.
The stuff kept coming around. It never seemed to be used up. Or maybe there was more of it now. Peter didn’t really care either way.
He got tired of dancing and sat down with a group of his friends. They were all passing around some kind of drug. Peter already tried a cigarette and didn’t care for it. But when the thing passed to him he could smell it definitely wasn’t a cigarette. He put it between his lips and inhaled tentatively.
Way better than a cigarette. It went through his body just like the bass. Only better. He kept the thing, taking it all in. He passed it on and leaned up against the girl sitting next to him. She was really pretty and her earrings sparkled.
The stuff kept coming around. It never seemed to be used up. Or maybe there was more of it now. Peter didn’t really care either way.