M- With a Rebel Yell, She Cries "More,

Panda Behr · 10-18-2012, 02:27 PM

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Word Count → 551 :: ;.; Shoot me for forgetting about this thread.

Sometimes I don't know why, we rather live than die.
We looked up towards the sky for the answers to our lives

Panda watched the male as uncertainity brushed not only over his face, but over his aura as well. Panda furrowed her brows and looked at the male with a confused look on her own face. Venom had been looking out towards the water when a prick of energy from Panda had caused him to look over and see a confused Panda, and an uncertian Harvey. Venom cocked his head and stared at Harvey. What kind of man would refuse the offer to let loose every once in awhile? Venom certainly was not one of those men. Sure, if it was too much, he knew when to stop, but to get a buzz on? Sure, he would do that. He took another drag of the blunt as it was offered to him. It seemed as if the cockney canine was not willing to be friendly and join them in their little 'celebration' or 'party' as they liked to call it. Truthfully, it was not much of a party since it was only them two, getting high and drunk.

The bottle that was offered to Harvey was withdrawn as the male asked her a question. It sounded more like a thought, and she actually couldn't help but laugh at the male for his depth, and his considerations of what the alcohol could "do to his future" and whatever else he was going on about. Sounds like you need a drink to answer that question. purred the Italian as he motioned for the bottle from Panda. Panda gave him the bottle willingly and once it was in Venom's hand, he threw his head back and he tipped the bottle to his lips and drank some of the fiery vodka. Oh how he loved the burn as it went down his throat. He chuckled lightly and tried to give the bottle to the man again. Come on dude, we don't bite! A few drinks, and some smoke tonight won't do nothin', I mean, as long as ya' ain't gonna get addicted to it. Both Venom and I only drink every so often, so it ain't hard to pace yourself. spoke the woman as she let her chocolate eyes sit on the male. It was weird that he did not join them, for if the woman and man asked probably anyone else, they would not have refused. It was a friendly gesture, and it wasn't often that it was shot down with philsophical questions of the future. Fuck the future, live in the now. If the now affected the future, then get over it. There were worst things that they could be doing. Like the synthetic drugs that some Luperci did, like cocaine, and heroin. Meth, even though rare, if you found a Luperci that cooked it, you would be set if you wanted to just fuck over your life a million times over and then die a painful and probably lonely death.

How about just one swig? Then we won't feel bad for partying without ya'. the male suggested as he looked at the male with his bright hazel eyes and a grin on his maw that was not so innocent. That was his normal smile though, but it wouldn't be like Harvey would know that.

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