Weed is the new tobacco
Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 8:11 am
((Amanda Sinclair and the Mean Girls debut from Art for Art's Sake))
The wheels to her lime green Mini Cooper skidded as she pulled tightly into a parking spot. The sudden change in velocity caused Charlotte and Abigail to lurch forward violently. Amanda was never the best of drivers, in fact, getting her license took a lot of pleading, and admittily some flirting. She wasn't above flirting with the thin man at the DMV, so long as she got what she needed. He wasn't very strong willed, so he was easy to goad.
As Amanda reached for her car door, she smelt the familiar smell of smoke eminate from the back of her seat. Real classy ladies, right in the car.. The twins had taken the baggie of weed, and begun smoking it with a tiny hand blown pipe. The girls were total lightweights, all ready looking high as sin.
"Thanks, bitches. You know I love the smell of weed in my car." She rolled her eyes as she got out, instinctively grabbing her purse with her. She dug through her bag hastily, praying that she didn't forget her make up kit in one of her other purses. She did.
As she quietly muttered to herself, she continued to dig through the expensive bag. She immediately felt the plush toy that was tied to her cell phone. It was a bright pink razor, with a hideous light green case. It meant she'd be able to find it amongst all the clutter in her purse, but she rarely took it out because it looked awful.
"All right, let's see, where are those two whores?" She climbed on the hood of her car and began texting. She nearly slipped off as her heel got stuck, but she managed to pull herself up.
The twins had apparently finished all they would smoke and climbed out too. They rested their bodies against the neighboring car and laughed loudly. If they continued acting like idiots, it would be a miracle if they didn't get caught.
The wheels to her lime green Mini Cooper skidded as she pulled tightly into a parking spot. The sudden change in velocity caused Charlotte and Abigail to lurch forward violently. Amanda was never the best of drivers, in fact, getting her license took a lot of pleading, and admittily some flirting. She wasn't above flirting with the thin man at the DMV, so long as she got what she needed. He wasn't very strong willed, so he was easy to goad.
As Amanda reached for her car door, she smelt the familiar smell of smoke eminate from the back of her seat. Real classy ladies, right in the car.. The twins had taken the baggie of weed, and begun smoking it with a tiny hand blown pipe. The girls were total lightweights, all ready looking high as sin.
"Thanks, bitches. You know I love the smell of weed in my car." She rolled her eyes as she got out, instinctively grabbing her purse with her. She dug through her bag hastily, praying that she didn't forget her make up kit in one of her other purses. She did.
As she quietly muttered to herself, she continued to dig through the expensive bag. She immediately felt the plush toy that was tied to her cell phone. It was a bright pink razor, with a hideous light green case. It meant she'd be able to find it amongst all the clutter in her purse, but she rarely took it out because it looked awful.
"All right, let's see, where are those two whores?" She climbed on the hood of her car and began texting. She nearly slipped off as her heel got stuck, but she managed to pull herself up.
The twins had apparently finished all they would smoke and climbed out too. They rested their bodies against the neighboring car and laughed loudly. If they continued acting like idiots, it would be a miracle if they didn't get caught.