Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

As Damian smoked he tried to let his thoughts dissipate into the high and the National Geographic if he didn't think at all, he couldn't think dirty things. This felt like it was going to work, until his sister rose from the couch to go get a spoon. He slapped his forehead with his free hand when she disappeared, You dumbass! I bet Alexander doesn't forget the spoon! Slowly he dragged his hand across his face from his forehead to cover his mouth, which fell open when the realization of what he said sank in. His eyes were wide, staring off into space, looking guilty and shocked, like he'd just run over the neighbor's dog pulling out of the driveway. What the hell kind of thought was that? He was lost in thought, pondering why such a thing would even come to mind, when Audrey returned and threw herself onto the couch once more. Damian couldn't even look at her, he just let his hand drop and turned his gaze back to the TV, although he couldn't register anything that came on screen. Damian thought about Alexander and Audrey together, thought about how familiar Alexander was with her at the store, and couldn't help but hate him a little. The boy finally accepted that he felt like he was in competition with Alexander for his sister's affections, though he couldn't articulate why. He knew Audrey wasn't a virgin, at least he assumed so. He wasn't a virgin himself, and from what the boy observed it was a lot easier to lose if you were a girl, so he had just figured Audrey was sexually active. But he had never prepared himself for meeting a boyfriend, or whatever the hell Alexander was to her. Something about witnessing it made him mad like how dare another male be more familiar with his Audrey than himself!? That was another thing, why did still think of her as his Audrey? Maybe that kind of thinking was cute when he was 6, but he was 16 now and he had to grow up a little, let go of his sister. It was hard, though, considering how tight they used to be and just how frickin' cool she has become. He wanted them to be friends, and that meant not acting like a creep, so he was gonna have to get a grip. It was just that every time he felt like he had a grip something would happen to make him lose it. He wondered if he should just let go. He wondered if he should confess this stuff to Audrey, just get it off his chest. Maybe she could help him get a firm grip on this... That's when Audrey just reached over and plucked the blunt from his grasp, and he turned his head slowly to watch her smoke. If it had been anyone else that did that, he would have smacked them on the back of the head and told them where to go. However, as he watched his sister something seemed wrong with her. She eased up a lot as she smoked, but she looked... uncomfortable was probably the best word. She was quiet and looked like she was lost in her head, which Damian could empathize with but still wondered about. He wondered if he was the cause of this mood of hers and his heart sank, because he was sure that was the case. He didn't want to be a bother to her or hurt her at all, and felt like his soul was being slowly flattened by steamroller. He was about to ask what was wrong when she passed him the blunt back and asked about the evenings entertainment. Well, he back with a small cough, passing his sister the blunt. I've only played a few drinking games at parties. I've only ever played, like, 'ring of fire' or 'never have I ever', other wise it was just beer pong. I mean, I guess I also played strip poker as a drinking game once or twice... But that's neither here nor there. Actually, I've mostly been thinking about how to turn truth or dare into a drinking game that was a pretty cool idea, right there. I was thinking every time you choose truth you have to drink if you choose dare but can't do it you have to drink something really strong, but if you do do it then the person who made the dare has to drink. What about you, anything you wanna play? He started to fear what he might do when they started drinking, and buried his face in his mug of tea to try and drown those thoughts out.