20 Weeks – Chapter 2 (Part 1)
And everywhere she went… the Fates followed.
“Check this out man, it’s called Wowey Zowey. I got it when I was down in the Valley. They just brought it up from Mexico last weekend,” the Latino lead-singer with the blue mohawk and silver eye teeth said, as he handed a heavily laden bong to the tall, thin blonde sitting next to him.
It was a living room filled with what looked like polar opposites. Corn, the sporty black dude who plays drums, Ritchie the bookish Korean kid that plays guitar and keyboard, Chad the Nazi-skinhead looking dude – who was also her brother… oh… and the dreadlocked-hippie-chick Sarah, who was their one-and-only groupie.
“Didn’t you get arrested?” Chad asked, just before taking a hit.
“Ya, man. But I didn’t have it on me then.”
“You got arrested? What for?” Corn asked, as he took the bong from the now sputtering and coughing Chad.
“Man, it was silly. There was a party and I ended up naked,” Candi said, taking the bong back at his turn. “That’s why I didn’t have it one me, man.”
“Naked?” Bijuu asked, walking into the room and squeezing between Ritchie and some new guy she didn’t recognize.
Ritchie, not sure what to make of her sudden nearness gave her a curious look, but then decided to not look a gift-horse in the mouth, and smiled profusely.
“Is that why they arrested you?” Chad inquired, once again taking the bong.
“It’s empty, let’s pack more.”
“Nah, I got arrested for trying to kiss a horse. Here, pack this,” he said, tossing Chad the bag he’d just brought up from the Valley.
“Wait,” Corn chimed in then. “You can get arrested for kissing a horse?”
“Apparently, if it’s against their will,” Candi said, with a straight face.
And the room erupted, as-one, into a giant fit of laughter.
“But, it’s totally okay that your schlong was hanging out, the entire time?”
“Yeah, they’re very liberal down in the Valley. They just got a thing about protecting horses… I guess…” Candi said, again without any hint of a smile.
“So, do you gotta go back, to court?” Bijju asked, trying her best not to snicker.
“Oh, nah. It’s not like that big a deal. They just made me pay a fine, and then they drove me home.”
“They drove you home?” Ritchie asked, sitting forward now, ever-eager for more tales from the Valley.
“Well, that’s the sweet thing about living next to the police station… ain’t it?”
© Raena Exe 2020
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