AtomSmasher
Star
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2009
The bong was being passed around. Inside of the catch there was a certain herb with a certain liquid put ontop of it. This was something that was legal, well legal for the ones that were partaking in comsuming this drug. There were six members in this particular group that were medicating. Four male and two females. They were of all ethnicities and occupations and it was always a wonder on how this specific group became friends. As the bong finished being passed around, it was set on the table and the men sank into the couch and enjoyed the effects.
Of this group, only one had a decent job. The others all worked as mechanics, or other labor intensive jobs. As the effect of the drug sank in, the group decided to go to the bars. Out of the women, one was a sister, and the other, a girlfriend. They all piled into a van, and made their way to their favorite stomping ground. A bar known as "The Watering Hole." It had a dance floor, and was known for having the best mixed drinks. They all seperated throughout the bar and promised to meet up at the end of the night. Hopefully not though.
One of the women made her way towards the bar and ordered a drink. The rest of the group spread out on the dance floor and danced with the locals. To be honest, the middle of the dance floor was just about a hundred people bumping and grinding against each other. There were two men in the middle and the other two men standing around the outside, looking to pick off newcomers to the bar.
Of this group, only one had a decent job. The others all worked as mechanics, or other labor intensive jobs. As the effect of the drug sank in, the group decided to go to the bars. Out of the women, one was a sister, and the other, a girlfriend. They all piled into a van, and made their way to their favorite stomping ground. A bar known as "The Watering Hole." It had a dance floor, and was known for having the best mixed drinks. They all seperated throughout the bar and promised to meet up at the end of the night. Hopefully not though.
One of the women made her way towards the bar and ordered a drink. The rest of the group spread out on the dance floor and danced with the locals. To be honest, the middle of the dance floor was just about a hundred people bumping and grinding against each other. There were two men in the middle and the other two men standing around the outside, looking to pick off newcomers to the bar.