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"Bored as fuck" Bunny told Ian, taking a few greedy hits off of the joint he'd handed her. This was what she loved about having Ian for a leader. It was like having a live in drug dealer. But still....Weed was weed. It mellowed her out sure, but she was bored enough. And sure when she was smoking pot she could marvel about how big her hands were and contemplate whether or not the world was like Horton Hears Who with one universe inside of another. But really, she felt the desire for something a little stronger. She didn't want to think the room was spinning - she wanted to think the room was full of fucking pink unicorns with afros. And there was one thing that was sure to make her think that. Can you say meth?
"Uck. Weed is so bland to me now" she said, giving him the joint back and making a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. She didn't need more weed. Weed was like chewing gum to her - something you did all the time but didn't really think about. Weed was hardly a drug to her anymore. She inhaled more pot smoke then oxygen.
"God, who do you have to blow to get some meth around here?" she demanded, mostly teasing. She didn't plan on giving anybody oral - unless she had to. She preferred to be on the recieving end of oral sexual favors. Not the other way around. She had always been a feminist sexual fiend. She liked to feel empowered. Even when she was showing off her boobs to Ian for drugs she still felt empowered. She was the one in control of this situation. She had the power over him. The power to take her clothes off and get whatever she wanted. Some people may call it degrading, she called it strategy.
"Uck. Weed is so bland to me now" she said, giving him the joint back and making a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. She didn't need more weed. Weed was like chewing gum to her - something you did all the time but didn't really think about. Weed was hardly a drug to her anymore. She inhaled more pot smoke then oxygen.
"God, who do you have to blow to get some meth around here?" she demanded, mostly teasing. She didn't plan on giving anybody oral - unless she had to. She preferred to be on the recieving end of oral sexual favors. Not the other way around. She had always been a feminist sexual fiend. She liked to feel empowered. Even when she was showing off her boobs to Ian for drugs she still felt empowered. She was the one in control of this situation. She had the power over him. The power to take her clothes off and get whatever she wanted. Some people may call it degrading, she called it strategy.