Thread: Toxic (Ms Catailia & CharmSnake)

Kabobs. I put them on the table near the grill when I first got here. Go, get food. I'll wait here. Get me whatever you get. Dave had just put her kabobs on the grill and so wouldn't be done for a few minutes yet. Josh had to concede that Lena had better culinary imagination than himself. He looked at her sitting there, smiling carefree with her legs dangling playfully over the edge. She glanced back at him seemingly with a warm fondness. Wouldn't that be ironic if she actually wanted him now? Trade you one of my dogs for one of your kabobs, he called. What do you want on it? he asked her pointing at the condiments. There's also fried onions, barbecue sauce, salsa, all kinds of stuff. Josh cut a strip of jack cheese and placed it on top to melt before adding a generous dollop of salsa. Then he dressed Lena's to her order. He made his way back through the others watching her, silently judging from the corners of their eyes while she sipped her booze, perhaps some with pity, perhaps some with scorn. It was impossible to tell. What the hell, might as well, he said as he handed her the food and swung one leg over the ledge. She had those fabulous tits. He snuck glances when he could - like when her attention was across the street or while she was tipping the cup up to her mouth - flitting his eyes down and back up quickly trying not to be creepy. His crush on her had taken root even before puberty, before anyone else had really taken notice of her, but then one autumn she had come back to school filling a brassiere so aptly, as if it were a finely honed skill, and his affections for her had lost all distinction. Suddenly everyone wanted her and if the talk was truer than it was cheap she had not disappointed many of them before venturing forth from Boonville after high school. Booze went down even quicker in situations like these and he found that his cup was empty. At Lena's pace he figured she was probably ready for another too. Josh reached down for the bottle and poured refills. To life on the edge, he toasted her. Then inspiration hit. Lifting himself, he stood up on the ledge. His perspective rose, her auburn locks and inked pale skin below him. The view straight down into her cleavage was impressive before he broke it off to look into the eyes that looked back up at him. Josh cracked a smile, then turned and looked out across the park. From this vantage point it seemed as if he could reach out, pick people up and place them anywhere he wanted, like GI Joe's when he was a kid. The park was vibrant even in the dusk with colored lighting and the little neon wands handed out to children. Balance wasn't difficult as the ledge was at least a foot wide. It certainly was no tight rope. He marched off ten paces, stopped and turned back to face her. Then he raised his cup, tossed his head back and downed the whole thing, grinning as the warm whiskey ran down his esophagus to his belly. He took in a deep breath and walked back. The warmth was in his veins. Soon that fuzzy numbness where everyone and everything is blameless would arrive. He offered his hand to her to help her to her feet. Maybe it would be a good night after all.