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ds_flashfictionAnd pretty uninspired, but at least it's done. 248 words of young Ray/Ray.
Last Night
by JennyB.
“Quit hogging the weed, man.”
“I bought it, I get to hog it.”
“Fuck you, Kowalski. I brought the booze.”
“You brought cheap red wine.”
“That’s a bottle of good chianti, punk.”
Sound of inhaling. “Here.”
“’Bout fucking time.”
“Hand me the wine.”
“Thought you didn’t like it.”
“Did I say that?”
“You called it cheap.”
“Where’s the Doritos?”
“In the car.”
“Fuck.”
“Grab the blanket while you’re at it, man.”
“Does red wine go with Doritos, Vecchio?”
“Hell if I know. Let’s see.”
“Did you just admit you didn’t know something?”
“I know something you don’t.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I got into the police academy. I’m gonna be a cop.”
“Then I got news for you, man. This is gonna be your last joint.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Hey, man, you okay? You sound kinda down.”
“Well, yeah. Last night for a lot of things.”
“…”
“You get what I mean, don’t you, man?”
“Yeah, I get you.”
“Mmmm…you taste like Doritos.”
“You taste like wine. I guess they do go together.”
“Jesus, you feel good.”
“Fuck.”
“Guhhhh.”
“Where’s the paper towels?”
“Under my ass.”
“Sorry.”
“I coulda made you move. Here.”
“Thanks. Hey, it’s getting late. I gotta be at the garage at six.”
“Gonna miss this, Stanley.”
“Do not call me that, fuckhead.”
“You gonna take me home?”
“You gonna call me that again?”
“Not tonight.”
“Asshole. Get in the car.”
“…”
“Hey, Vecchio?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna miss this, too. Good luck, man.”
“Thanks. Hang loose.”
“You know it. Catch you later.”
"Not if I see you first."
Last Night
by JennyB.
“Quit hogging the weed, man.”
“I bought it, I get to hog it.”
“Fuck you, Kowalski. I brought the booze.”
“You brought cheap red wine.”
“That’s a bottle of good chianti, punk.”
Sound of inhaling. “Here.”
“’Bout fucking time.”
“Hand me the wine.”
“Thought you didn’t like it.”
“Did I say that?”
“You called it cheap.”
“Where’s the Doritos?”
“In the car.”
“Fuck.”
“Grab the blanket while you’re at it, man.”
“Does red wine go with Doritos, Vecchio?”
“Hell if I know. Let’s see.”
“Did you just admit you didn’t know something?”
“I know something you don’t.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I got into the police academy. I’m gonna be a cop.”
“Then I got news for you, man. This is gonna be your last joint.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Hey, man, you okay? You sound kinda down.”
“Well, yeah. Last night for a lot of things.”
“…”
“You get what I mean, don’t you, man?”
“Yeah, I get you.”
“Mmmm…you taste like Doritos.”
“You taste like wine. I guess they do go together.”
“Jesus, you feel good.”
“Fuck.”
“Guhhhh.”
“Where’s the paper towels?”
“Under my ass.”
“Sorry.”
“I coulda made you move. Here.”
“Thanks. Hey, it’s getting late. I gotta be at the garage at six.”
“Gonna miss this, Stanley.”
“Do not call me that, fuckhead.”
“You gonna take me home?”
“You gonna call me that again?”
“Not tonight.”
“Asshole. Get in the car.”
“…”
“Hey, Vecchio?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna miss this, too. Good luck, man.”
“Thanks. Hang loose.”
“You know it. Catch you later.”
"Not if I see you first."
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