Highs and Munchies

”You mean this flat thing? I think people would pay me to stop shaking it,” Lennox said, picturing the scenario now: him, trying to do what Maxine did, and her customers, vomiting on the floor. It would be one hell of a show. He hummed in thought, his head lulling to the side. Though Fletch’s commentary made his eyes shoot down to his roommates’ dick. Was he packing? Perhaps. ”In my experience, most guys who say that aren’t actually as well-endowed as they say. But I’ll take you at your word and hope your dick doesn’t get stuck in a zipper,” he said, trying to get the image of his roommate’s dick out of his head. God, he seriously couldn’t wait for this party so he could get laid and stop thinking about this shit. Maybe he should go for a man – maybe a woman wouldn’t make these thoughts vanish properly.

When he said he’d get visitors from the nursing home, Lennox laughed. ”Ha, ha. I don’t need the elderly. Just people from the age range of 30 to 40.” He said, ”40 years might be too old actually. 37 is fine for a cutoff. Have her quiz everyone on their age before she invites them.”

Lennox took another few bites of the food, enjoying the taste of them while he was high. Fletcher hadn’t been this excited about something in a while, it was intriguing. He wondered if Fletch often planned parties where he was from originally. He and Fletch had actually never hosted a party though they’d gone to the same ones before.

”I mean. It would pay the bills, but my self-esteem is already fragile enough,” Lennox shrugged, staring ahead into nothing. When Fletcher said he’d whip his dick out and show it to him Lennox shifted, shaking his head. It was like he could tell. ”No, I’ll tell you at your word. Save your dick for the party,” he said.

When Fletch said as long as they were over 18 it was fine, Lennox tried not to think about the fact that Fletch was part of that category. ”Pretty much. Though I’m not fucking anyone with a baby face. They gotta look as old as they are. So how about you,” He opted to change the subject, ”You planning to use this as an excuse to get laid?”

Fair point. Lennox shrugged his shoulders. ”Well in their cases at least they’re getting compliments on their asses,” he said.

Of course, Fletch was looking to hook up with a hot chick. Lennox hoped it happened, and kept him far away from himself. ”So you’re not going after that little girl who has a thing for you? I’m impressed,” Lennox said. When he asked if he was planning on screwing Maxine, Lennox shook his head. ”Not in my game plan,” he tried to un-picture Fletch and Maxine with their hands all over each other to no avail. The picture was too hot. It was infuriating. He needed to get off this high, now. ”so you can have her. I’ll find someone else. Someone who likes sex while high, probably.”

”You don’t? Well that’s shocking.” Lennox deadpanned, though he was just picking on Fletch for no reason and with no grounds. Sure, he seemed to lead Cleo on plenty, but he didn’t seem like he really wanted her that badly. When he implied being into crazy shit, Lennox wondered how crazy that line went. But then he figured that was none of his concern.

When he said that anyone would like sex while high, Lennox cracked a smirk. ”Good. I’ll have my pick of the lot then. So when exactly is this party?”

”I don’t think so, kid,” Lennox said with an eye roll that was probably a bad idea since it made him feel vaguely dizzy. He felt the tap of the licorice whip on his arm and glared over at it, then he reached over and bit the licorice, stealing the top half of the whip with his teeth. One bite was enough though and Lennox put the licorice on the table.

”This Saturday? Shit. We’ll have to get going. I’m not decorating this dump or buying booze for everyone. So it’s BYOB.” He said, feeling the mellowness return. He sat comfortably on the couch. ”I’ll share weed for a price, though.”

Lennox looked around their shit apartment, glad to hear there was no need to decorate anything. All he could remember about decorating were the times Bethany had wanted to decorate, to liven their former place of living for the baby that would never be born. It was very depressing, he would rather not decorate anything ever again.

”Doesn’t stop you from cleaning yourself up before work. But that’s for the best.” Lennox said, with a shrug of his shoulders. ”All right. So are we going to provide munchie shit or is that BYO too?”

”That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Lennox said, shaking his head at Fletcher’s insistence he was gorgeous. ”Okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Lennox said.

When he said they’d be covering munchies Lennox shrugged. ”All right. Get some frozen fries and shit and we can cook those. They’ll last pretty long and high kids love fries.” he said, taking the last of the McDonalds fries from the bag.