Christmas Eve was turning out to be an even more random string of events than Thanksgiving was. Moving apartments and crashing someone else's Thanksgiving dinner seemed extreme, but with Kacey by his side that night, things felt more familiar and reasonable. Showing up at the door of some girl who probably didn't have a single care in the world for him, with a bottle of wine, and then finding out that she wasn't home and hadn't been home in a while, was out of Colton's character to begin with. Follow that up with him staying at that apartment with one of her roommates and smoking an enormous amount of weed with the guy, and this was definitely a holiday to go down in the books. While it was undeniably strange, Colton wasn't complaining. Considering that Nick was a drug dealer, it shouldn't have been surprising that the strain of weed that they were smoking seemed to be a good one, and Colton's high felt strong, but not in a way where he was freaking out. He was more relaxed than he had felt in a while, and that chillness made not knowing Nick unimportant as they devoured a pizza, continued to smoke, and watched television.
"Bro, I didn't know you were fucking Chanel. Nice catch, nice catch," Nick nodded in approval after breathing out a cloud of smoke. Because he smoked so regularly, it was sometimes a little bit harder to get a high that felt this authentic. Considering that he and Colton had smoked at least twice as much as Nick normally smoked a day just in the past hour, though, it wasn't all that surprising that he was feeling it tonight. Even after eating more than half of the pizza he had ordered, his munchies were still prevalent, and as he nodded towards the bong, signaling that Colton was free to take another hit if he wanted to, he stood up from the couch. "The only thing I'm gonna warn you about her, though, is that she's one of those girls who shops at Whole Foods and shit. She's probably a fucking vegan and shit, man. I don't know if that's the kind of girl you wanna tie down because, you know, those are the types that start telling you they're not gonna shave their legs or their armpits anymore, and soon enough she'll be telling you you've gotta switch to one-ply toilet paper to help save the environment and shit. All that weird hippie shit. My word of advice to you, man, is that if she's not gonna eat meat in a restaurant, then you shouldn't trust her with your meat in her mouth in bed. Fuck, she'll probably be the type who won't even wanna do that. I mean, it's your call, dude, because she is hot and shit, but I don't know if I'd take hot at that price."
"Fucking her?" Colton repeated, confused at Nick bringing that up after what had to have been at least twenty minutes of silence as they watched television. He was probably referring to what brought Colton to the apartment in the first place, with the bottle of wine as a gift, but if that was it, then it probably spoke more about how Colton wasn't close with Chanel, if he didn't even know that she was out of town. He was too high to go into that deep of a thought process to figure that out though, so he just shrugged. "I wish I was fucking her but I don't think she even wants to be friends, nonetheless whatever you are with someone when they start choosing what toilet paper you should buy. But you really think that? I don't know, I kind of feel like she'd be the kind of girl who'd be wild in bed." He shook his head when Nick offered him another hit of the bong. His high was strong enough, and as he leaned his head back into the couch, he knew that it wouldn't be smart to smoke any more right now. "Speaking of that, though- how was your girl in bed? Kacey told me that you're not with her anymore, but the blonde girl? Brooklyn? She seems like she'd be a nice catch."