Thread: another hit then b l i s s ((Detox + Atom))

It was a lot better to walk into practice when everyone was actually practicing. But seeing as they were all lounging around like a bunch of, well, sadly, potheads, Israel settled herself down in the tattered seat that was meant for a drummer, crossing her legs beneath her body. There was an odd system for Izzy now, reaching deep into her bag, setting her Hershey's chocolate ontop of her keyboard, swatting away stray hands that dared to reach out without asking, her flat footed Peter Pan boots wiggled softly, their just above the ankle height giving them their name. Even though she was more of a bong and hookah type of girl, which explained the one or two that littered her apartment, and the large hookah she held in her room that was strictly for decoration and occasional recreational purposes that were on great masses, the female found her hand wrapping around a small cigarette box. Setting her things out in an organized fashion, for such a person, Izzy had the habit of being rather OCD with her things, meticulous about where things went, and if it wasn't in it's proper place, she would quite possibly take your life. With a smile. Hot chocolate, cigarette box with only two cigarettes and a blunt , and her bag of kisses. Lighting the smooth, paper rolled blunt, she knew that by passing it around, the chances of her getting it back because it was good weed, were slim to none if she didn't keep a watchful eye on them Specifically on the guys. However, not passing it after her first inhale, Laura took note of this and instantly turned to her, Pass. Now. Raising a brow softly, her look was of pure innocence as though asking 'This? Pass this right here?' the shorter of the two, Izzy, grinning softly, she took another innocent hit of HER purchased weed and then looked back to Laura to see her getting up. Judging by the way Laura loomed over the smaller girl, there was a bit of a struggle going on, before finally the other had Izzy's blunt in hand and was taking a hit, passing it and looking to Izzy as though that were true manners. Rolling her eyes up to the ceiling, she pulled open the bag of sweets and peeled the silver paper off one, pushing it into her mouth before looking up at Marcus when he strolled in with that all too familiar look on his face, Already? Her fingers were toying with the end of her off white dress, the appearance that Israel kept herself in told different stories as opposed to what she was doing with her life, but the young woman was undecided. Unlike a few other members of the band, Izzy didn't have a problem graduating and going to a school for the Arts in the same city as where she'd gone to high school, keeping herself around her friends even if they were at each other's throats. However, and to put it plainly, Israel was stressed out and unsure if getting a degree in music was enough to clarify to herself that was what she wanted to do. Yeah, she was a damn good pianist, but it was sexy when it was on a certificate. Immediately taking her blunt back when it made its way back around to her, the female inhaled softly before pushing the burning end against the metal leg of the chair she sat in, putting it back in her cigarette case. Are we ready now? listu