“I just wanted someone to trip with.” He turned around, a smile playing across his lips. “Been a while since I’ve had someone to share a couch with when I’m incapacitated.” Truth be told, Joseph found interest in the harsh words Zoey had spoken to him. Not many would be so quickly aggressive–her personality seemed to mesh with his quite well. “I’ve got some X and some acid, depending on your preference.”
The pink-haired girl peered back over her shoulder towards her couch that was littered with day old laundry and several guitar picks. Admittedly, the room was less than inviting, but he was the one that had suggested it, and she could understand why. She got the loneliness. She got the wanting to be with someone else when she was doing something ‘scandalous’. With a sigh and a slight nod, Zoey released her grip on him and stepped back to let him into the room. “Couch is yours, and I’ll take the acid. Are you staying or what?”
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