Bidness is bidness...

[seven n some]

CHARACTER: Matthew Parker... 26 years old, 5'11" and 180 lbs, average build, jet black hair and green eyes.

IC:
I stood there, leaning against the abandoned building in this slum of a neighborhood with nobody around, waiting and waiting. She was already ten minutes late, and seeing what it was I was waiting for, she really couldn't afford to be late.

You see, I'm a loan shark... I lend people money when they need it, and they pay me back with a little bit of interest. Every now and then, I run some scams to put some more money in my pocket, but I mainly stick to loans.

So while it would be a good thing for my customer to keep me waiting even longer, since it would mean that they'd owe me even more, I really didn't want that to happen... because, well, I felt bad for this one. Usually, people borrow money for their gamblings debts, drugs, and things like this, but this was different... this was a girl who moved out to the big city on her own, met me through a friend of a friend, and borrowed some money because she was falling behind on her college payments. She had already paid me back a thousand dollars and another thousand would be mine today.

Well, at least I was hoping that would happen. I really don't know what I would do if she didn't come through with the payment. I looked at my watch and decided to give her another five minutes...

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OOC: Anybody with half a brain can so where this is going to end up (hint: she won't have all of the money), so if you're interested in taking on the girl in this thread, feel free to jump in. If you're going to reply with single lines of text and not actual content, please don't even bother.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*helpful bump*

Sounds very interesting ... work load and reality are too time consuming at present to allow me to join right now.

Good luck with it!
DM x

 

[BigBabe]

My first post! New to the board - and this game! So please feel free to pick me up on anything I might get wrong.

Character: Charisma O'Connell, 23 year old flame-haired, freckled beauty, bright blue eyes, 135lbs, 5'4".

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I looked at my watch again - 15 minutes late already. I was beginning to get restless. She was never this late.

She was a cute chick, for sure, but very serious-looking, hair always scraped back in a wavy pony tail, little black glasses perched low on her freckly button nose, usually dressed in a long dark skirt, sensible flat shoes, a baggy sweater, almost as if she wanted to camouflage herself, to disappear into the scenery unnoticed.

So when I heard the "click-click-click" of heels on the sidewalk, I didn't expect for a moment to see her appear round the corner. And the little kitten-heels were not the only thing that confused me.

Her hair was still in its familiar pony-tail, the spectacles perched as always, but, as she made her way up the alleyway, for the first time I caught sight of her exquisite, finely-muscled legs under a short denim skirt, and made out the shape of her taut bra-less breasts bulging gently and sexily in her tight blue t-shirt.

She looked hot as hell, and I felt my pulse increase and a sudden stirring in my groin as she drew nearer to me.

But I had to keep my cool - I was here on business, and had to keep my wits about me.

I stayed motionless, face stern, still leaning with my back against the wall. No sign of weakness.

"You're late," I growled. She blushed.

"I know - Mr Parker, I am so sorry, " she said quietly, her head bowed. "I have been trying to get the money together all day, but..."

She chewed her bottom lip, an expression of pure fear in her violet-blue eyes as she searched my face for a reaction.

"Sweetheart, that just ain't my problem. My problem is that you owe me, and you need to pay me. How much you got?"

She started to speak, but her voice quivered. She cleared her throat, regained her composure, and started again.

"I have 250 today, and I can probably get some more to you tomorrow, I promise, it's just that - well, I have run out of options."

I stared at her, not replying. My eyes were drawn to her cleavage, which was barely visible in the v-neck of her shirt. Beautiful white mounds with a peppering of little brown freckles, that were just so enticing. My groin stirred some more.

"How much do you reckon you can get for me tomorrow? Don't jerk me off on this, lady, 'cos I don't have time for games."

And as I spoke, I caught sight of the tiniest tear trickle from the corner of her eye down her cheek.

"Please Mr Parker, " she blurted, her voice shaking now, "I ... I am trying my best... I ...maybe I could..."

She stopped again, taking a deep breath as if to quell a sob, her chest heaving once or twice.

"There has to be some other way I can pay you back, " she implored. "Please..."

 

[seven n some]

Matthew Parker

(OOC: you should write from the perspective of your character... take a look at some of the other threads on this forum for an idea. i'll write all of parker's stuff and you write all of charisma's stuff... it's that simple. you kind of went off with your first reply, but i guess i'll go with it... remember, write from charisma's perspective)...

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Not only was she late, she apparently didn't have all the money. I stood there, uncertain as to what to do... well, in any other situation, I'd know exactly what to do. But I'm not about to rough up a girl... and I'm not about to put the fear into her either, because she seems too nice for that.

"There has to be some other way I can pay you back. Please..."

Ahh, fuck... maybe I'm getting too nice. She did say something about another way to pay me back, though... so my mind started wandering and wandering.

How else could she pay me back? I wasn't about to take something as collateral or anything like that... unless she meant she'd pay me back through some sort of favor? That's exactly what the stirring sensation in my pants was telling me. It wouldn't be the first time and it wouldn't be the last -- I was about to think with the wrong head.

"I don't know, I just don't know... what can you possibly do for me, huh? I looked into her eyes as I asked her the question and I was trying to be as nice as possible about it, because she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Renee Bumps

Just keeping it alive,

My godness this character sounds just like my character in the casting couch <LOL> in college wants a 1000$ to pay some debt off took a long, man this sound like Renee too a Tee

just a bump to help you out

Wink
EV

 

[seven n some]

(does anybody wanna take over? if you do, just go back and reply to my original post... we'll ignore everything else.)

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

(hope you don't mind me jumping in ... if so ... ignore it )

CHARACTER: Matthew Parker... 26 years old, 5'11" and 180 lbs, average build, jet black hair and green eyes.

IC:
I stood there, leaning against the abandoned building in this slum of a neighborhood with nobody around, waiting and waiting. She was already ten minutes late, and seeing what it was I was waiting for, she really couldn't afford to be late.

You see, I'm a loan shark... I lend people money when they need it, and they pay me back with a little bit of interest. Every now and then, I run some scams to put some more money in my pocket, but I mainly stick to loans.

So while it would be a good thing for my customer to keep me waiting even longer, since it would mean that they'd owe me even more, I really didn't want that to happen... because, well, I felt bad for this one. Usually, people borrow money for their gamblings debts, drugs, and things like this, but this was different... this was a girl who moved out to the big city on her own, met me through a friend of a friend, and borrowed some money because she was falling behind on her college payments. She had already paid me back a thousand dollars and another thousand would be mine today.

Well, at least I was hoping that would happen. I really don't know what I would do if she didn't come through with the payment. I looked at my watch and decided to give her another five minutes...

Caroline Mills

I took a deep breath and tried to get my composure.
I couldn’t believe he was still there.
I suppose I’d half hoped he would have left as I was so late.
But then if he had … there was no telling how much trouble I’d be in!
Not that I wasn’t in trouble now.
I looked down at the notes in my hand and counted them for the umpteenth time.
$700 … I was still $300 short!
I’d worked, I’d saved, I’d done everything I could, but still couldn’t find the rest of the money.
No matter how many times I counted, it would never make the amount more … never make it enough.

I looked over again and saw him pacing around, looking at his watch.
I was sure he was about to go.
I was so tempted to just stay there hidden behind the wall, to put off what would happen next … but … I knew I was in enough of a state now … to have to wait … to be looking over my shoulder … I couldn’t do that.

Peeling myself off the wall, I made myself walk around and into the derelict building.
I watched as he turned, as he faced me, as he watched me walk towards him.
Words, explanations, excuses all ran through my mind, but none of them seemed right.
He’d never understand why I didn’t have all the money.
And even if he gave me more time, where would I get the rest of the cash from.

All too soon I found myself face to face with him.
I thrust my hands deep into my pocket and caught the shoulder bag between my arm and my body.
I looked up as he seemed to tower over my 5 ft 4 frame.

”I – I’m sorry I’m late Mr Parker … “

My voice failed me. I needed to tell him, to try to convince him that I would pay … somehow …
But instead, I delved my hand into my bag and took out the wad of notes, holding it out to him, watching as he reached out to take them.
My hand snapped back as if burned as he began to thumb through them, to count.
Any minute now … he would realise …

I bit my lip as he raised his eyes to meet mine.
I’d intended to be calm, to try to play for time, but instead I felt the tears spill over.

”I … I did try … but … “

My voice broke, fear filling me.
I’d heard stories of loan sharks, heard what they might do if they weren’t paid …
But all I could do was stand there and struggle to hold back the tears …

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[seven n some]

”I … I did try … but … “

I watched as she struggled with her words and struggled ever more to hold back tears. I could see them swelling up in her eyes and I couldn't help but think what the fuck I had gotten myself into.

She was $300 short and that was definitely not a good thing. I scratched my head after stuffing the cash into my back pocket.

I kept a grim look on my face as I spoke. "Damn... what am I gonna do with you, huh?" She shrugged and opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She looked pretty frightened and while I usually liked putting the fear in people, I wasn't really getting much out of it right now.

"See, what would usually happen in this situation, Caroline... is that I'd give you another day or two and slap on another two hundred dollars, but I'm guessing you won't have the money tomorrow if you didn't have it today. So the other thing that usually happens right about now..."

I reached back behind my shirt and pulled out the gun tucked into the back of my pants. I had no means of using it, of course, but I just wanted to make sure that Caroline Mills knew I meant buisness. One way or another, she would pay me back by the end of the night... I would make sure of it.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Caroline Mills

There was no compassion in his face. I hadn't expected patience or understanding, but he looked far from pleased!

"Damn... what am I gonna do with you, huh?"

His voice was gruff, exasperated.
I tried to speak, I wanted to explain ... but before I could, he continued.

"See, what would usually happen in this situation, Caroline... is that I'd give you another day or two and slap on another two hundred dollars … “

God ! … $500! I’d never be able …

” … but I'm guessing you won't have the money tomorrow if you didn't have it today.”

I had to shake my head. There was no point in lying.

”So the other thing that usually happens right about now..."

The sight of the gun nearly made me faint.
Instinctively I took a step back.
I glanced around in panic, but there was nowhere to run, no way I could get away before he …

”Oh ... God … no ... “

I just stood there shaking my head, frozen in fear.
I’d run out of options … and he was going to kill me here …
No one knew I was meeting him.
No one knew I owed him money.
I felt sick, dizzy …

” … please … don't ... “

That broken plea was all I could whisper.

 

[seven n some]

The sight of the gun caused her to freeze... the swelling tears in her eyes were seconds away from pouring out. Hopefully, she was beginning to realize that she'd have to pay me off one way or another.

” … please … don't ... “ She whispered to me, and I looked around for a second, then put one hand on her shoulder. My other hand held the gun, pointed upwards as I scratched my head again. Must be all that damn hairspray that I use...

"Look, I'm a rational person... and I'll be honest with you, I'm not about to kill you for $300."

As I said that, she exhaled as if she had been holding her breath and waiting for me to get it over with and shoot her already. As I tried to think of a possible solution for this mess, I couldn't get my eyes off of Caroline for some reason. The more I looked at her, the better she looked... and some ideas wandered into my head. If she really didn't have the money, maybe she'd be willing to pay me somehow else.

Still holding on to my gun, I put my arm around Caroline and smiled at her. I playfully rubbed the end of the gun against her neck and I could tell it was making her a bit uneasy, even though I told her I wasn't going to kill her.

"So, young lady... one way or another, you HAVE to pay me back. Tonight. Got any ideas?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

He looked around … checking in case there were witnesses.
I wondered briefly if it would hurt … or if…
I flinched as his hand touched my shoulder.
I braced myself, but the gun was no longer pointed at me.

"Look, I'm a rational person... and I'll be honest with you, I'm not about to kill you for $300."

I let out a breath. He wasn’t going to kill me!
But … perhaps he would … rough me up … hurt me …
I tensed as his arm wound around my shoulders.
The end of the gun stroked my neck.
I inhaled sharply, eyes raised to his.
I couldn’t work out his mood … his reaction …
Perhaps he was just plain sadistic and wanted to make me suffer before he …

"So, young lady... one way or another, you HAVE to pay me back. Tonight. Got any ideas?"

I stopped myself from shaking my head.
He was smiling and yet in some ways that was even more threatening.

”I … I took as many shifts as I could … but the college work … “

I began to explain.

”If I drop out, they won’t refund my fees … “

But all this was useless. He had said he wanted the money, “tonight”!

”If I could work out how to earn that much money in a night, I’d have done it before now … “

I told him softly, still fearing his reaction.

”I just … want this over with … “

I told him, whatever that meant; the past weeks had been hell.
I couldn’t stand more weeks scrimping around, living in fear, trying to make the payments.

”.. if there’s a way of paying the money I owe … then … “

But that was impossible, I knew.

 

[seven n some]

She started talking about her college and I kind of stopped listening. I was too busy looking her up and down and I was wondering what was underneath all those clothes. I didn't like to mix buisness with pleasure, but Caroline was beginning to look good... damn good...

”I just … want this over with … “

I wonder if she realized that I wanted it over, too. She was the one who was preventing it from being over, and here she was, unable to think of any way to pay off the rest of my money. Damn girls...

”.. if there’s a way of paying the money I owe … then … “

Yeah, now she was talking. But she still wasn't giving me a way, just the will. As long as she had the will, however, I could probably... probably... get her to do whatever I wanted. After all, she was scared of me and knew that she owed me and I wasn't going to let her get away with it. Keeping my arm around her, I began to walk, pulling her with me.

"All right, look... we're going to take a ride, okay? We have to talk and try to figure things out, because right now... you're in the middle of a very bad situation."

She stopped and looked at me and than at the gun I was still holding. I rolled my eyes and put the gun away. "I said I'm not going to kill you, so just play along and we'll figure something out, okay? Geez... c'mon."

I began walking towards my car, hoping that she would follow me. I wasn't sure why I was getting in my car with this girl, but I needed some more time to think.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Caroline Mills

Whatever I said, it didn’t seem to be making any difference.
His arm held me tightly and I couldn’t get free when he started pulling me along with him. He was too strong and I knew that there was no escape now no matter what I did.

"All right, look... we're going to take a ride, okay?”

Despite my intentions, I must have been trying to pull away from him.
My eyes met his silently. A ride … a ride to do what … ?

”We have to talk and try to figure things out, because right now... you're in the middle of a very bad situation."

… a very bad situation …
I was trapped … a gun pointing at me. The situation couldn’t be worse and I knew it!
But he had halted, eased his grip on me and now was putting the gun away.

"I said I'm not going to kill you … “

He had … but I hadn’t believed him …

” … so just play along and we'll figure something out, okay?”

He was going to help me sort out a way of paying!?!

” … Geez... c'mon."

I blinked as he moved away, turning to walk towards a car that was parked just beyond the building.
Did he mean what he said? What did he mean by play along?
I saw him get his keys out and began to walk slowly after him.
He just seemed exasperated … keen to get the problem sorted … without fuss …

Well that suited me.
By the time he turned to check if I had followed, I was almost at the car.
I smiled hesitantly at him.

”Where are we going?”

I asked him timidly, deciding to follow his lead, after all, he had more experience in this kind of thing.

 

[seven n some]

As I opened the door of my car, Caroline was right behind me.

”Where are we going?”

She still looked as nervous as before, but at least she cheered up a little bit when I told her we're going to figure something out.

"We're going to your place... I'm just going to take a bunch of your stuff, and we'll call it even."

Her eyes widened and as I got in the car. She got in on the passanger's side and looked at me and I could almost see the swelling tears making a return.

"I'm joking! Don't worry... holy shit, just because I do this for a living doesn't mean I don't have a sense of humor. I mean, I probably shouldn't... but I do... believe it or not."

Now I was just rambling as a result of the night getting to me. I had already been up for more than an entire day, collecting money and making runs, but this situation topped everything off for me. It was going to be my final collection... I would have gotten the money, and went home happy. That's what it was all about... going home happy... and if it wasn't going to be with all my money, I figured I might as well be going home with a girl. A beautiful young girl... yeah, by now, I had made up my mind as to how Caroline could pay me back. She didn't seem like that type of girl, but she owed me big right now, so hopefully she'd be up for the idea of forgetting the money and spending the night with me in my bed.

I wasn't about to tell her this, of course... not right away, anyway. I figured I would get her back to my place and then work things out from there. I started the car and noticed Caroline looking around it. She spotted my ziplock of marijuana and picked it up.

"Just another source of income." I snatched the ziplock from her hand and stuffed it into a North Face bag in the back seat, where most of my money was.

"All right, I'm going home and you're coming with me... I just have to drop all my stuff off. We'll figure something out on the way... or once we get there... whatever..."

I pulled out of the spot my car was in and began driving out of the little rundown warehouse district, heading for my home.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Caroline Mills

"We're going to your place... I'm just going to take a bunch of your stuff, and we'll call it even."

The relief gave way to panic. I tried to remain calm as I got into the car.
My stuff … it wasn’t worth much … I’d used anything sellable to get the cash to repay already. God … when he realised that he’d be more angry …

"I'm joking! Don't worry... “

I stared at him. Joking? At a time like this? Was it all a big joke to him!?!?

” … holy shit, just because I do this for a living doesn't mean I don't have a sense of humor.
I mean, I probably shouldn't... but I do... believe it or not."

He looked seriously put out, which was amusing in itself … almost …
I hazarded a hesitant smile and secured the seatbelt.
I considered apologising, but that seemed silly too.
My eyes moved around the car as he settled in the driver’s seat, then came to rest on a curious looking object. Without thinking I picked it up. Surely it couldn’t be … ?

"Just another source of income."

I let him take it from my hand and tried not to look shocked.
I’d never done drugs and coming from a small town had heard all manner of scare stories about them.
I was way out of my depth here.
I glanced at him as he put the key into the ignition.
He seemed more relaxed, but I didn’t want to do anything to anger him.
Perhaps, just perhaps, I could work a way out of this …

"All right, I'm going home and you're coming with me... “

The idea worried me, but it was my only option. I nodded wordlessly.

”I just have to drop all my stuff off.
We'll figure something out on the way... or once we get there... whatever..."

Again I nodded. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but if he helped me sort this out.

”Sure … thanks … “

I told him softly, settling back into the passenger seat as he pulled out of the place.
My eyes looked over the rundown area as we left.
I hoped that his place wasn’t in a really rough part of town.
I didn’t like feeling this vulnerable.
This man was the only one who could ensure I stayed in one piece and unharmed.
I literally couldn’t afford to anger him, but it was difficult to know how to react with him.
He seemed to want to help … was almost … friendly …
I knew I had to try to relax … to listen to his suggestions …
Again I caught his eye and gave him a tentative smile …

 

[seven n some]

I hit the city streets and headed home, swerving past cars. My fast driving seemed to make Caroline a bit uneasy, but I just wanted to get home already. I still had this situation to deal with, of course, but if all goes well, plenty of good things will come from it. I don't know why the idea of trying to get her to give up that booty instead of paying me didn't come in to my mind before, but it was definitely there now. I guess at first I kind of felt bad for the girl... she seems really nice and I respect people who go about their own buisness and treat everybody around them the way they wanna be treated. Yeah, so I have a soft spot for that sort of thing... but besides her being nice, she looks pretty damn cute. I definitely would not mind putting the girl on the wall and... ohh, man.

"Whoa!"

I almost swerved into the oncoming traffic, but got back onto the right side. Caroline was looking for something to hold on to, I could tell. I felt like I was about to start rambling again...

"Sorry, I kinda zoned out... the day is gettin' to me."

I looked at Caroline and back at the street it front of me. I was only a few minutes away from my place now. A little apartament in a three story building... a nice bedroom, a living room, kitchen, bathroom -- what more do you need? I even have a walk-in closet.

"Dunno why I zoned out... but... ahh, work ain't easy... but I'm sure you're not too fond of my type of work."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Caroline Mills

The car moved quickly through the city streets. I couldn’t help being nervous, even though Mr Parker seemed to be able to steer us skilfully around any obstacles.
I gasped as he hit the break and changed direction suddenly. The belt tightened around my chest as I lurched forward. I put my hands inside the strips of fabric to ease them away from my body as I relaxed once more, catching his eye.

"Sorry, I kinda zoned out... the day is gettin' to me."

I smiled at the apology, trying to look unruffled by the near collision.

"Dunno why I zoned out... but... ahh, work ain't easy...
but I'm sure you're not too fond of my type of work."

I shrugged as he caught my eye before turning his attention back to the road.

”To tell you the truth … I don’t know anything about your type of work … “

I saw him look back over at me and blushed.

”I mean … well … I’m a small town girl … everything about City life seems so different from home … “

Again his eyes were on me. I rushed on nervously.

”Coming here to study seemed like such a good idea … I always wanted to do something medical … there were those who thought I was getting “above myself” … that I wouldn’t make it … “

I sighed, only just noticing that he had slowed the car.

”I guess that’s why … even when I ran out of money, I wouldn’t give up.
I knew I could do it, but there were too many ready to gloat if I failed ….
And now … “

I shook my head, realising that I’d been so determined to succeed at any cost that I’d gotten myself deeper and deeper into trouble.
I’d been so stubborn … so stupid …
Belatedly I looked around to see where we were.
The car was now parked, but I had no idea where he had brought me.
I certainly didn’t know this part of town.

”So … this is your place…?”

I didn’t want to annoy him, but I knew he could hear in my voice how scared I was still …

 

[seven n some]

Having always lived in a big city environment, I could not imagine life in a small town. I could imagine, however, that life for a small town girl in the big city would be really tough, especially if she's on her own.

I always thought of myself as a good listener, so I gladly listened to Caroline as I drove. She told me why she had needed that money, and I didn't really know before... all I had known was that she was a college student and needed some extra money for that.

Finally, we arrived at my place.

”So … this is your place…?”

I shut the car off and turned to face Caroline.

"Yeah, this is home, sweet home... c'mon."

I grabbed my bag from the backseat and got out of the car and Caroline did the same. She followed me as I entered a tall brick building and walked up the stairs to the third floor. I opened the door to my apartament and went inside, closing the door behind Caroline. I had a decent apartament mainly due to the work I did... so I had all sorts of stereo equipment, a sweet DVD player, surround sound, everything that dirty money could buy. I pointed Caroline over to the couch as I threw my bag on the kitchen counter (the kitchen and living room are connected) and got a beer from the fridge.

"So, Caroline... any bright ideas pop into your head yet?." I walked over to my bag and started taking stuff out from it as I looked at the beautiful young lady sitting on my couch.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Caroline Mills

"Yeah, this is home, sweet home... c'mon."

I had no choice but to follow him.
Unhooking the seatbelt, I slid out of the car, closing the door firmly and scooted along beside him moving into the bricked building.
The area was better than I had expected.
I took the stairs one by one as we moved up each floor.
At each landing I became increasingly nervous, until finally at the third floor, we stopped and he opened the door. With only the slightest hesitation, I moved inside looking around the apartment as he closed the door behind me.

The place was clean and comfortable and equipped with an impressive array of stuff.
I hazarded a guess that just a few of these items would fund the money I owed, whilst my own possessions were meagre by comparison.

I glanced over as he moved to the kitchen and saw him indicate the couch.
I turned and sat down, perching at the edge, my hands beside each thigh, tensely gripping the edge of the upholstery. I raised my eyes to his as he came towards me, beer in hand.

"So, Caroline... any bright ideas pop into your head yet?."

I shrugged uncomfortably as he started to empty his bag.

”I … I can’t think of any way … there’s nothing I own … or any work I could do that would even come close … “

I had no choice but to be honest.

”I just wish there was some way … “

I felt helpless. How could we ever come up with a solution?

 

[seven n some]

”I … I can’t think of any way … there’s nothing I own … or any work I could do that would even come close … “

I looked at Caroline with a bit of dissapointment and wandered if the same thoughts that crossed my mind had even made their way into hers. The thoughts of offering me sex instead of money.

”I just wish there was some way … “

I looked at Caroline then proceeded to chug the rest of my beer. I tossed the can out and sat next to her on the couch, grabbing my bag and placing it on my lap. I pulled out the same ziplock bag from before along with some rolling papers I had in my pocket. Caroline's eyes grew wide as she watched me, probably wondering what I was doing.

"Another source of income, like I said... marijuana. Ever smoke it?"

She shook her head no, watching me break the weed up into the small piece of paper.

"Not even like... a pot brownie? Ever eat one of those?"

Again, she shook her head no, and I smiled. Didn't they have pot elsewhere? I guess it's not as popular in small towns. I began rolling myself a joint, hoping that maybe Caroline would smoke since it might relax her a little bit. I reached over and rubbed Caroline's right shoulder.

"You need to loosen up... relax... chill out, okay? Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Nothing you don't want to happen... okay?" I looked at Caroline with the joint in my mouth, ready to light it.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Caroline Mills

I watched as he took out the maruijana wondering how the drug would effect him and if I would be safer or in more danger if he lit up.
I shook my head as he asked if I'd ever smoked it and talked about something called "a pot brownie".
I'd never even heard of one of those!

"You need to loosen up... relax... chill out, okay?

Easy for him to say! It was me in trouble!
But at least he didn't seem angry at all.
I smiled as he rubbed my shoulder reassuringly.

"Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Nothing you don't want to happen... okay?"

I smiled reassured.

"Okay... "

I echoed watching as he lit up.

"I've never even smoked ... I'm a med. student ... remember?"

I giggled finally daring to tease a bit.

"I know what that stuff can do to your system..."

I told him knowledgeably.
But of course, I had no idea how it could affect the senses.
I watched curiously as he inhaled.

 

[seven n some]

"I know what that stuff can do to your system..."

Just like that, this girl started talking about how bad pot is and whatever... like I don't know that? I know it's bad, but still... it's good. I don't mind gettin' high at all... in fact, I was going to right now. I took my lighter and lit the joint, much to Caroline's suprise.


"Look, you can judge me all you want for smoking, but listen... you don't really know why people do this."

I took a second to inhale the smoke, holding it in for another few seconds...

"You don't know what it's like, so how can you be so quick to say it's bad? Maybe if you tried it, you'd like it... a lot of people do. I know I do."

I took another puff of the joint and held it out to Caroline, offering it to her. I was hoping to break her down, piece by piece. I knew she was probably a bit frightened over the fact that she was with me in, at my place, while in debt to me... but I was hoping that maybe she'd just let all her inhibitions go...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"Look, you can judge me all you want for smoking, but listen... you don't really know why people do this."

I blushed. I hadn't been judging, just saying ... I mean he couldn't expect me to think this was a good idea, could he?
I watched in silence, not daring to comment in case I annoyed him.

"You don't know what it's like, so how can you be so quick to say it's bad?
Maybe if you tried it, you'd like it... a lot of people do. I know I do."

I looked as he held the joint out to me.
I shook my head.

"I wasn't judging. I've just learned about that stuff, that's all."

I eyed it cautiously as he still held it out to me.

"I just never wanted to try it ... and... I guess I don't understand why people do it ... "

I looked up at him. He obviously wanted me to have a go.
And if I did ... perhaps it would please him ... but ...

"I just know it's not for me ... "

I told him quietly.
Sure I wanted to relax ... wanted to ease the situation ... but like this ... ?
I had no idea what that stuff would do to me and I figured I should keep my wits about me ...

 

[seven n some]

So maybe she wouldn't smoke... but I was still going to try and convince her. It would definitely help me out in getting the idea that I've had in my mind out to her... she might be a little bit more open to it under the influence. Not that I wouldn't tell her my idea otherwise... I just wanted to make it easier for her.

"It's not for you? This is barely a drug... there's doctors out there poppin' pills and lawyers snortin' coke, but something as innocent as pot isn't for you?"

I took another puff of the joint and held it out to Caroline again. She looked at it nervously, still uncertain as to what to do. I could tell she didn't really want to, but I was hoping that some little brave part of her would step up. Especially since I had my best friend with me... my best friend named peer pressure.

"Just try it, what's the big deal?"

She was still young, in college, and probably still easily impressionable. At least I was hoping she'd give in, if not for the sake of just doing it, than maybe for the sake of me shutting up about it already.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Caroline Mills

"It's not for you? This is barely a drug... there's doctors out there poppin' pills and lawyers snortin' coke, but something as innocent as pot isn't for you?"

I watched as he put the joint to his mouth again.
He was right. There were some strong meds out there. Perhaps that was why I was interested in complementary remedies, but as a medical student, I did know that some real strong chemicals were beneficial to the body.

"Just try it, what's the big deal?"

He was holding it out to me again.
I guess it wasn't that big a deal; probably less harmful than cigarettes ... and it could have benefits if prescribed appropriately.
But it was still illegal, but then I guess borrowing money like I had couldn't be exactly above board.

"But ... I've never even smoked ... "

I saw him smile as I allowed him to put it between my reluctant fingers.

"I ... what am I supposed to do with it ... ?"

I knew he must think me stupid, but it felt so alien as I held the joint gingerly between my fingers, unsure of how I was even supposed to smoke it.

"What will it do to me if I do try some?"

I knew I shouldn't even be considering the idea, but he did seem more amenable now he thought I might give it a try.
Surely one "drag" couldn't do too much harm? ... I hoped ...