[sub][right][color=gray]Collab with: [@Silent Observer] & [@Universorum]
Monday Night Flashback[/color][/right][/sub]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lL4E3BC.png[/img]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/LXYCPLM.png?2[/img][/center]
[indent]Cassie skipped up the driveway of Ophelia’s home, cheer skirt flapping in the breeze as the January chill nipped at her exposed legs. The paper bag filled with weed dangled from her hand, swinging as she made her way inside. Ophelia’s home was no maze to her, not like it was to some others. The sheer size, while daunting, had become familiar to Cassie, and she quickly made her way up to the Candyland HQ, where Kit was still sound asleep on the bed. 

[color=f1cbff][b]“Kit! Wake up! Your sugar daddies have arrived, with gifts for [i]you[/i]!”[/b][/color] Cassie exclaimed, beaming and shaking the bag of weed around like some sort of illegal maraca. Her excitement at the moment knew no bounds as it practically wafted off of her. If there was one thing Cassie liked more than playing Cupid, it was a good time. And there was no doubt that she was about to have a good time.

[color=997fdb][b]“Pffft!”[/b][/color] Marshall cracked up, following closely behind Cassie’s chipper ass. He was still carrying the pizzas, which he had somehow miraculously conquered the temptation to eat on the ride here — through the sheer force of will-power and manners alone. He might have bought the pizzas, but they were for Kit, so he could wait to partake of the greasy treat until she could as well. [color=997fdb][b]“We might’ve brought the sugar, but ain’t a single one of us here that could be called [i]daddy[/i].”[/b][/color]

The brown-haired boy tilted his head and looked to the bed. Kit was still passed out cold — curled up in a tiny crescent shape with her blonde hair sprawled out around her face. It was adorable, enough to make him consider letting her stay asleep. She probably needed it, if she had been up for as long as she said that she was. But… if he did that, the pizza would get cold, and Captain Cuddles was best served fresh. 

Marsh set down the boxes on a table and opened the pepperoni one. Kit seemed like a pepperoni kind of girl. He pulled out a slice and walked over to the bed, kneeling down beside it so that he was eye level with the sleeping freshman. Holding the slice of pizza towards Kit, Marshall wafted it under her nose like smelling salts, [color=997fdb][b]“Pizza’s here, sweetie, wake uuppp,”[/b][/color] he said in a soft, sing-song tone.

Truth be told, Kit probably could have slept a lifetime. Maybe even [i]two[/i] lifetimes, but the smell of delicious pizza was more than enough to rouse her from her Kitsleep. At least, that was what Kit called it when she went to sleep after staying up for long hours; like the Odinsleep, the Kitsleep revitalized her energy and her powers, butttt, an exception could be made for pizza. And Marshall’s smelling salts technique worked, as she opened her eyes slowly. Without talking at first, she reached out and took the pizza, slowly bringing it into her mouth.

She chewed the greasy, cheesy, deep dish, unhealthy, carboloaded piece of ooey gooey deliciousness for a long time, before she swallowed and sat up, then took another bite. And another. And then a third. Then, she polished off the bacon and cheese filled crust, and let out a deep breath. Kit rubbed her eyes.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Did you guys get weed? And what is there to drink in here, huh? I’ve never been here before. Seen it on TV, though. Not this room, but the building. I’m real thirsty.”[/b][/color] Kit licked her lips and considered something, before adding, [color=7fc19e][b]“and hungry.”[/b][/color]

[color=997fdb][b]“Yeah, he gave us candy weed, too! There’s a soda machine downstairs, infinite combo style. I can get some for you, what kind would you like?”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Wait, really? Like those big red things with all the billion flavors? If you press fruit flavored, and go to orange and go to the second page, there’s Barq’s Orange Cream soda. Get me that… but, uh, maybe make it diet? I’m trying to, uh, watch my figure.”[/b][/color]

[color=997fdb][b]“Ooh, girl, don’t I know that. But, no diets today, be right back!”[/b][/color] Marshall replied before skipping off downstairs to go get Kit her orange cream soda.

Cassie grinned and strutted over to the bed and took a seat on the mattress, relishing in the familiar comfort of the bed. She opened up the paper bag and pulled out the weed, taking another whiff before placing it daintily in Kit’s lap. [color=f1cbff][b]”Here. This is for you,”[/b][/color] Cassie said, beaming at Kit. [color=f1cbff][b]”Now, get us all high on candy flavored weed!”[/b][/color]

Kit furrowed her eyebrows questioningly. Candy flavored weed? What did that even mean? She peered at the weed for a few seconds, before she smelled the bud. [color=7fc19e][b]“...oh, right on. It’s Skittles! Here, hold on, I think I have a thing…”[/b][/color] Kit rolled across the bed to her backpack and pulled it up to her lap, opening up the front pocket. Delicately, she retrieved what looked to be a hand grenade, though it was a bright orange in color. This, she placed by her side.

Then she unzipped the second most pocket, and dug around in it for a few seconds, before pulling out a small glass pipe, and a lighter (which was emblazoned with the Superman logo). She put these things aside, and grabbed the grenade. She pulled it apart and delicately dropped one of the nugs inside, before closing it again, and pulling the pin. There was a soft whirring sound, before she opened it up and looked closely at it. Now satisfied, she took the ground up bits of weed and stuffed them into the pipe. Then she put it to her mouth and lit it, blowing to cherry the bowl before she removed her finger and sucked. Then she pulled the pipe away from her mouth, and coughed valiantly, holding it out to Cassie. [color=7fc19e][b]“Your turn.”[/b][/color]

[color=eda946][b]“She’s like a weed savant!”[/b][/color] Ophelia exclaimed, looking over at Cassie and shaking her head. Wild. What a kid.

Cassie took the pipe from Kit, holding it daintily, and looking down at the object like it might snap at her. [color=f1cbff][i]If Mom knew what I was doing right now...God I’d be dead,[/i][/color] Cassie thought before taking a deep, calming breath, exhaling, and putting her lips to the pipe. Mimicking Kit, she inhaled, slowly, and for probably way too long. Removing her finger, she cleared the pipe and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, coughing as it vacated her lungs. She passed the pipe to Ophelia, tears in her eyes as her lungs threatened to tear her apart from the inside out for putting her through such an ordeal. [color=f1cbff][b]“That [i]does[/i] taste like Skittles!”[/b][/color] Cassie managed to eek out in between hacks.

Ophelia accepted the offered pipe, while Kit frowned and patted Cassie on the back. Were they new? If they were new they probably shouldn’t be smoking so hard so fast… While she focused on Cassie, though, Ophelia took the pipe from her friend and stuck it to her lips. She wasn’t going to be outdone by Cassie! Powerfully, she sucked at the pipe, before clearing it. She immediately started hacking, throwing herself onto the bed and coughing frantically. Geezus! [color=eda946][b]“I think I’m dying!”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Oh, give it five minutes. It’ll pass, and you’ll be fine,”[/b][/color] Kit tutted, shoveling another piece of pizza into her mouth with her free hand.

Following a shuffling noise from the stairwell adjacent to the door, Marshall returned, flavored cream soda in-hand. Upon walking into the room and seeing the girls passing a pipe around, Marshall’s jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide. They were doing it! They were doing it [i]without[/i] him. [color=997fdb][b]“[i]Bitchesss[/i], you didn’t even wait for me.”[/b][/color] He gasped with mock-offense (mostly mock) before making his way back to the bedside. He handed the bubbly beverage to Kit before crawling on the bed beside her, laying on his stomach. [color=997fdb][b]“So… how’s it work?”[/b][/color]

Cassie was too busy sputtering to offer much of a cohesive answer to her friend, so instead, she pointed to Kit. [color=f1cbff][b]“Ask her,”[/b][/color] she managed to get out, rubbing her sternum in an effort to reduce the burn in her chest. Despite the discomfort she was feeling, she knew that pretty soon she’d be feeling great. The light was near, she could tell.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Man, you guys are dirty scrubs… Here,”[/b][/color] she said, holding the pipe to Marshall's mouth. [color=7fc19e][b]“Now, I know I'm probably the first girl to tell you this — but I bet not the first [i]person[/i]... Suck, Marshall. Like a straw, though. Please, not like a dick.”[/b][/color]

Marshall gasped for real this time. This girl was just… a girl. A kid! She was bold though, and… also, she wasn’t wrong. He found himself growing quite fond of this one, she was a keeper. [color=997fdb][b]“S’been a while, don’t really remember what that’s like, anyway.”[/b][/color] Marsh quipped with a sigh before taking a drag off of the piece of glassware. He realized then, that he had no idea what you were supposed to do next. Did you hold it in? Breathe it back out right away? 

Surprisingly enough, Marsh didn’t cough like the others had, but the urge was certainly there. This must be a trait from being a singer, him having really good breath control… Which reminded him that he probably shouldn’t be smoking right now, but, life was a mess, so whatever. Marshall exhaled then, it had probably been long enough, if there was a timing to this kind of thing.

Cassie, having recovered from her fit of coughing, grinned and clapped her hands as Marshall exhaled. [color=F1CBFF][b]“Marshie! You didn’t even cough!”[/b][/color] she exclaimed, proud of her friend’s expertise with drug use. 

[color=997fdb][b]“Of course not. You heard Kit, not my first time being told to suck.”[/b][/color] Marshall said with a smirk before rolling over onto his back. He stared at the ceiling and wondered how long it would take to feel different.

Cassie swayed around to an invisible tune, before finally hooking up her phone to the bluetooth speakers in the room. [color=F1CBFF][b]“[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKxuiw3iMBE]This song[/url] is a classic![/b][/color] 

[color=eda946][b]“I like that song.”[/b][/color] Ophelia commented from her spot on the bed, wiggling her legs. Kit, on the other hand, was on her third piece of pizza. With her mouth full, she spoke. 

[color=7fc19e][b]“If you want more weed, you can use the grinder to grind some up. See how it's a grenade? I like to pretend I'm a soldier in ‘Nam when I do it. You have to go: GRENADE! GET DOWN!”[/b][/color] Kit shouted, diving from the bed to the ground. Then, she poked her head up, resting her chin on the edge. [color=7fc19e][b]“Then you have weed ready to be loaded! It, uh, really improves the experience.”[/b][/color] Kit awkwardly added. 

Cassie, still dancing to the music, grinned. [color=F1CBFF][b]“Well, don’t mind if I do,”[/b][/color] she said, grabbing a nug of weed and placing it in the grenade. Laughing, she pulled the pin out. [color=F1CBFF][b]“GRENADE! GET DOWN!”[/b][/color] she shouted, giggling. [color=F1CBFF][b]“Huh, that is fun,”[/b][/color] she said. Once the grinder was done she packed the weed into the pipe and took another hit, smaller this time, and managed to suppress her cough. Ace. [color=F1CBFF][b]“Who’s next?”[/b][/color] she asked, holding the pipe out for anyone who wanted it.

[color=997fdb][b]“Ooo, me! I still feel like me, and I don’t wanna feel like me.”[/b][/color] Marshall rolled back onto his stomach quickly. Suddenly, he felt it, because the world was moving a little slowly. Regardless, he went with what he had said, and took another hit. This time, he did cough. I was just a tiny, dainty throat clearing, before he passed it towards Ophie, or Kit, whoever. 

[color=997fdb][b]“You’re fun, Kit. So… tell me, what is it about the silver princess that has you all caught up?”[/b][/color] Marsh propped his chin up on his hands and crossed his ankles above his bum while he laid on his stomach, smiling down at the little blonde.

Kathryn had to consider this carefully. No one had ever asked her why before! [color=7fc19e][b]“Well, uhhh… She's very pretty. That's one thing… really, I've mostly spent time… Watching her… you know… From afar? Like, at family functions and stuff. She's really nice. And… Very pretty. Guess that's it really.”[/b][/color]

[color=997fdb][b]“Pretty? Definitely. Nice? ...questionable. On some days.”[/b][/color] Marshall commented, reflecting at the It girl’s catty behavior of late. Her and Brynn seemed to be beefing hard, presumably because Brynn was riding her brother’s d. What a lucky lady, honestly. Marsh was caught up in thinking about Sel’s dreamy brother when his eyebrows stitched together and he realized something odd with Kit’s statement. [color=997fdb][b]“Wait… did you say [i]family[/i] functions?”[/b][/color]

Cassie had been idly looking up at the ceiling, listening to the sweet tunes of Lana Del Rey when she heard Kit and Marshall’s conversation. She rolled over onto her stomach, eyes wide. [color=f1cbff][b]“You guys aren’t like, related, are you?”[/b][/color] she asked, horrified.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Huh? No, what? My family is the… Well, we're the doctors. For the Lyons, the Greens, the Helmsleys, and the Sterlings. And a couple more I probably forget… But those are the biggest ones. So we go to the BBQs and stuff. Have you never been? They're pretty wild. You guys should go!”[/b][/color] Kit exclaimed, clapping her hands together. 

[color=997fdb][b]“Oh, not family, good... Lyons, Greens, Helmsleys, [i]and[/i] Sterlings, all in one place… sounds… messy. You’ll have to invite me next time.”[/b][/color] Marsh grinned at her and winked. Tapping his cheek, he mused and attempted to gather the words for his next question. His brain felt cloudy, so it wasn’t easy. [color=997fdb][b]“So… are you only into girls — or… just Selena’s?”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Just Selena's. Other than her, I like doing flippy shit, playing video games, soccer, and beanies. I'm a real big fan of beanies. You should wear one. I bet you would look nice.”[/b][/color] Kit gushed, getting another piece of pizza, which she immediately began to stuff into her mouth, [color=7fc19e][b]“You shoulda got a bunch of cheesy bread. Like deep dish. Eight cheeses. The good shit. Just tell Ty ‘Kit wants the good shit.’ You know what else is good? Fries on pizza. Hey, do you guys like video games?”[/b][/color]

Cassie looked up, pondering Kit’s question. Did she like video games? [color=f1cbff][b]”I don’t think I’ve ever even played video games,”[/b][/color] Cassie said, before hesitantly reaching for a piece of pizza, her diet begging her not to until she suppressed the inner voice with a bite of cheesy goodness.

Marshall had unintentionally started zoning out after Kit had answered his questions. The ceiling tiles had suddenly become [i]very[/i] fascinating. [color=997fdb][b]“...beanies?”[/b][/color] He picked out a single word of the conversation. Would he look good in a beanie? After a bit of a struggle, Marsh withdrew his phone from his pocket and turned on the front-facing camera. He tried to envision a beanie on his head and, in doing so, accidentally dropped the phone on his face. [color=997fdb][b]“mm’fuck.”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“You guys are not very good at being high… Ophelia is like, dead. Marshall is on another planet. And Cassie’s diet is all out of whack! It's like I'm hanging out with adults… I bet you all even have alcohol problems, huh? You should start spending time in the day where you chill out for a minute, and smoke weed for an hour…”[/b][/color] She shook her head in disappointment — weren't they supposed to be cool?! — before she dug around in her backpack and withdrew a brown Star Wars beanie, with Chewbacca’s face on it. She pulled it over Marshall's face, and held his phone up so he could look into the camera. [color=7fc19e][b]“See?”[/b][/color]

Cassie looked over at Marshall and Kit and grinned. [color=f1cbff][b]“Marshie! You look great! If Jamie saw you in that...I’m sure you’d get laid like, yesterday!”[/b][/color] Cassie exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement.

[color=997fdb][b]“You think so?”[/b][/color] The now beanie-clad boy grinned and bit at his lip. He was sad earlier, and he remembered that he should probably still be sad, but that name still made him smile. And! There was totally a way that Jamie [i]could[/i] see him like this. [color=997fdb][b]“I have an idea!”[/b][/color] Making a second attempt to operate his phone camera, he snapped a selfie. No… too smiley. Delete. He snapped another one, this time with a pout. Better. After captioning it with a request to talk tomorrow morning, he boldly sent the Snapchat without proofreading, or thinking twice.

As quickly as Marshall had sent his snapchat, a text came in from the young journalist himself.

[color=31ba9f][b]”Uh, k”[/b][/color][/indent]