Alani, Foggy, & Matt | And I got High
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xp_logs(backdated) Alani runs across Foggy & Matt, lounging on the lawn and partaking in some special brownies. How can she not join?
It was a glorious spring day and as such, a fellow's thoughts inevitably turned to love. And picnics. And somehow that morphed into pot brownies making Matt very mellow as he lounged on a blanket outside the mansion with Foggy. The sun was warm, his belly was full and everything was very soft. Then he burped.
Foggy laughed, then let out his own burp. "This was a good decision," he said, bumping his elbow into Matt's side. "Finally warm enough to enjoy these brownies outside." His mind was very chill, happy to focus on the now instead of worrying about future problems.
Alani had been jogging up the path to the main entrance, her course supplies for the day stowed safely in her backpack, but the blanket - well, more the people on it - made her stop. Throwing up a hand in a wave, she grimaced for a heartbeat at the memory that Matt didn't see like her. "Heeeey folks," she greeted, stepping closer. "Enjoying the sun or is this a very secret lawn meeting?"
Waving in Alani's vague direction, Matt didn't turn towards her. Normally, he would, but he was busy soaking up the sun like a battery. "Want a brownie?" he offered.
"Special brownies," Foggy corrected, still alert enough to give the warning before someone imbibed something unexpected. He shaded his eyes with a hand as he gave Alani an easy smile. "You're welcome to join us, there's room and the brownies make Matt very chill."
For a moment, she didn't understand, head cocked to the side before the ding of realization was practically audible. "Oh! Oh please, god, I would absolutely love that." Which maybe all came out in a sudden rush of words as she trudged over to them, setting her bag down before flopping down at the edge of their blanket. "Is this what you guys have done with the day, because, if so, jealous."
"Oh yeah," Matt agreed, "Only way I survived school," more undergrad than high school or law school, but whatever. A good brownie or three after finals was better than alcohol or anything else. Now he didn't need them to help de-stress, but he enjoyed one on occasion. Not like he had before. "Have you had one before?"
"And me," Foggy added with a lazy smile at the woman. "Reader of notes, best wingman, and boyfriend extraordinaire Foggy Nelson, at your service." He dug into the basket, coming up with a brownie and bottle of water that he handed over easily. "These are pretty low dose, if you've never gotten high before."
Alani snickered, flashing an earnest smile to Foggy as she accepted. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Foggy, your list of accolades is inspiring, love them for you. I'm Alani, I live here, and I'm finishing up my last year of undergrad, before grad school beats me up? I assume? That sounds right, if nothing else.” Pausing, she placed one hand over her chest solemnly before continuing. “I have 100% gotten high before and am thankful for you warning me, because it has been a while since I’ve eaten an edible and I want to be able to function as human being afterwards instead of turning to the same frequency as the universe. I am a little surprised you take edibles, if I'm being honest, Matt.”
"One," Matt held up a long, spindly finger, "you are too young and innocent to have been high before. Two," a second finger, "We are corrupting the innocent Foggy. We should be shamed, and three," he did not hold up another finger, he just pointed at Alani, "I've been getting high as soon as I discovered a way that did not involve smoking. Because smoking pot smells terrible and I cannot. It's the only thing that helps mellow my powers and I like that."
Foggy was half-tempted to bite one of Matt's fingers, just a little bit. He settled for tugging it down to his chest, playing with Matt's fingers idly. "Last year of undergrad? She's probably at least as old as we were." His smile was still lazy as he looked back over at Alani. "Don't mind him, sometimes he's terrible at not wanting others to follow his bad examples. No Foggy you can't be a vigilante, No Foggy you can't imbibe so hard you eat 80 bucks in tacos." He pulled Matt closer, smacking an affectionate kiss to his temple. "We love him for it though."
"I can change my answer, here: I've never done a drug in my life, including but not limited to legally controlled substances like alcohol. Thank you, for corrupting me, together, you are truly the push I needed.” She grinned, voice taking on an over-exaggerated tone of innocence before she broke the brownie in half and popped one part into her mouth. "Ah, the old 'do as I say, not as I do.' I'm so sorry, Foggy, I mean, I don't know about the vigilante thing, but I for one applaud you eating eighty dollars worth of tacos." Propping herself up on her backpack, she sighed. "You guys are adorable, and also gave me drugs, so you're my favorite people."
"We were D.A.R.E. kids," Matt informed Alani, stretching out like a cat, head cushioned on Foggy's leg, "Most failed drug prevention program, ever. And Foggy, the last time you ate $80 in tacos you were so sick they had to close the dorm bathrooms for repairs and you were broke for the rest of the month. It was horrific. You have no idea."
"That's what happens when you eat low quality tacos in great quantities," Foggy replied, voice serious but edged with laughter. "You cause a stampede out of the dorms every time you even mention the word beans. Coeds hate this one trick for quiet study time." He'd let go of Matt's fingers to bury his hands in his hair instead. "Don't let Mister Proper over here fool you, he's had his own edible mishaps."
"To be fair, sounds like Foggy here's actions are a tale as old as time, I mean, who wouldn't do that?" Her question was accompanied by another cat who ate the canary grin, before excitement pulled her into an upright sitting position. "Wait, no, expand on that, tell me more. Matt, what? Please, I would love to know this story and swear I wouldn't tell anyone else if you told me. Cross my heart."
Laughing, Matt gave Foggy a kiss before getting comfortable. "You didn't hear this from me," he stated, "and you have to remember, I was in the closet as far as powers go " he paused to consider, "and in terms of my sexuality, too. But. It was Pride and I was at a party, maybe 19? My dad's were there. And I'm definitely not sober and I'm dancing with this drag queen having a good time and I hear one of my professors. So I freak out thinking somehow I'm going to get reported and try to run away. But I'm completely fucked up, trip over myself, pull the drag queen down with me and by the end of it all one of her heels ended up embedded in someone's shoulder, the paramedics had to come...I wasn't arrested or anything, but that hangover was brutal. And I had that professor again in the fall."
"That hangover was pretty brutal," Foggy agreed. "But Matt was never, ever unprepared for that professor's class. Ever. Not even after my birthday bender. Plus we figured out that his grace and charm disappears when he's drunk and freaked out."
“Oh my god,” she whispered to herself, repeating the statement a few more times before she allowed herself to laugh a little and flop back down. “I would not have guessed, honestly, that you would have caused such a dramatic night, Matthew. I’m glad you were okay, and it sounds like everyone else lived too, so even better! But grace and charm, pfffft, fuck ‘em.” She has the mind to raise a hand and make an explosive gesture. “Oh, there it is. That’s nice. Relaxing. I think the last time I had an edible, a friend gave me it and I just thought it was a fuckin cookie, but then I’m in study group and — bam, high now. Nothing nearly as exciting.” Another round of giggles as she thought of Matt as he was now in the situation he’d laid out. “God that musta been fun.”
"Also, you have never been tortured like I am tortured," Matt philosophized, face towards the sky, "because the entire dorm smelled like old pot shit for the rest of the semester thanks to burrito butt," to be fair, people in general always had a little poo smell. And he could get all sorts of digestive distress. The only way he could avoid it was by becoming a hermit on a mountain in Tibet or somewhere similar and no. Just no. He would deal with all the shit in New York.
"Awww poor baby," Foggy cooed, leaning over to plant a smacking kiss on Matt's lips before giving Alani an easy smile. "He's so tortured, so maligned. Unloved, unfeeded... wait, no, that's Marci's cat at dinnertime."
"He can be that too if he wants,” Alani offered as if that was helpful, and though she’d flashed a toothy grin it was obvious there was some form of math going on in her head, if her suddenly making a face was any indicator. “I have to say, going to uni from the mansion cut back on the smell of ditch weed in a dorm. Woe is me. Wait, no, that’s just the munchies kicking in. What’m I feeling? Sweet? Salty? Savory— oh yes, but no burritos. You guys have food? Hungry? It’d be my treat.~”
"Ooooh, burritos," Matt rolled over on his stomach, blinking against nothing, "Definitely burritos. Food logs are so good, don't you think Fogs?"
"Wait, burritos or noritos? What about that fusion place with the bowls and burritos. I want a chicken tikka bowlrito." That would also potentially require driving, and none of them were up to that. "Bet Darce has food in the freezer. Spinach chicken lasagna. Meatloaf. How the fuck you haven't gained 20 lbs with her feeding you all the time, it's unfair man." Foggy poked Matt on his stomach. "All that food and over thirty and you're still a hollow leg."
Making a face, Matt retorted, "Eh-eh, I work out," as if he was ever as cool as LMFAO.
"Fuck yeah, free food at home- though a tikka bowlrito, tha's a thing? Gotta jot that down for later." It took a couple swipes to grab her bag, which Alani couldn't help but find the humor in. "Ooh, I think there's still a tube of pringles in the main kitchen that I've been depleting. Alright, to the kitchen."
Foggy grinned kinda dreamily. "Anything can burrito or bowlrito if you fusion it right," he said sagely. "Chicken tikka's already halfway there, yeah? Add pinto beans and some mango salsa, then queso fresco instead of paneer. Wrap like burrito or serve over rice." He sat up slowly, rubbing Matt's back. "Food's not coming to you, Matty. Up."
Groaning, Matt rolled smoothly from where he lay until he was up and standing, reaching for Foggy with one hand. "I hate this part of being high. Foggy, don't let me run into anything. I vote for food logs. Wrap it in a burrito, eat it. Done," he agreed, following Foggy obediently. "I'm not sure I should be using a stove right now though."
Foggy laughed as he stood, holding out his free arm for Alani. "You won't run into anything except my back long as you keep hold, and you won't be using the stove either." He might, but most likely he'd find something they could just microwave. That was pretty easy. And hopefully something wrap-shaped, so Matt could have his food log. "To the food!"
It was a glorious spring day and as such, a fellow's thoughts inevitably turned to love. And picnics. And somehow that morphed into pot brownies making Matt very mellow as he lounged on a blanket outside the mansion with Foggy. The sun was warm, his belly was full and everything was very soft. Then he burped.
Foggy laughed, then let out his own burp. "This was a good decision," he said, bumping his elbow into Matt's side. "Finally warm enough to enjoy these brownies outside." His mind was very chill, happy to focus on the now instead of worrying about future problems.
Alani had been jogging up the path to the main entrance, her course supplies for the day stowed safely in her backpack, but the blanket - well, more the people on it - made her stop. Throwing up a hand in a wave, she grimaced for a heartbeat at the memory that Matt didn't see like her. "Heeeey folks," she greeted, stepping closer. "Enjoying the sun or is this a very secret lawn meeting?"
Waving in Alani's vague direction, Matt didn't turn towards her. Normally, he would, but he was busy soaking up the sun like a battery. "Want a brownie?" he offered.
"Special brownies," Foggy corrected, still alert enough to give the warning before someone imbibed something unexpected. He shaded his eyes with a hand as he gave Alani an easy smile. "You're welcome to join us, there's room and the brownies make Matt very chill."
For a moment, she didn't understand, head cocked to the side before the ding of realization was practically audible. "Oh! Oh please, god, I would absolutely love that." Which maybe all came out in a sudden rush of words as she trudged over to them, setting her bag down before flopping down at the edge of their blanket. "Is this what you guys have done with the day, because, if so, jealous."
"Oh yeah," Matt agreed, "Only way I survived school," more undergrad than high school or law school, but whatever. A good brownie or three after finals was better than alcohol or anything else. Now he didn't need them to help de-stress, but he enjoyed one on occasion. Not like he had before. "Have you had one before?"
"And me," Foggy added with a lazy smile at the woman. "Reader of notes, best wingman, and boyfriend extraordinaire Foggy Nelson, at your service." He dug into the basket, coming up with a brownie and bottle of water that he handed over easily. "These are pretty low dose, if you've never gotten high before."
Alani snickered, flashing an earnest smile to Foggy as she accepted. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Foggy, your list of accolades is inspiring, love them for you. I'm Alani, I live here, and I'm finishing up my last year of undergrad, before grad school beats me up? I assume? That sounds right, if nothing else.” Pausing, she placed one hand over her chest solemnly before continuing. “I have 100% gotten high before and am thankful for you warning me, because it has been a while since I’ve eaten an edible and I want to be able to function as human being afterwards instead of turning to the same frequency as the universe. I am a little surprised you take edibles, if I'm being honest, Matt.”
"One," Matt held up a long, spindly finger, "you are too young and innocent to have been high before. Two," a second finger, "We are corrupting the innocent Foggy. We should be shamed, and three," he did not hold up another finger, he just pointed at Alani, "I've been getting high as soon as I discovered a way that did not involve smoking. Because smoking pot smells terrible and I cannot. It's the only thing that helps mellow my powers and I like that."
Foggy was half-tempted to bite one of Matt's fingers, just a little bit. He settled for tugging it down to his chest, playing with Matt's fingers idly. "Last year of undergrad? She's probably at least as old as we were." His smile was still lazy as he looked back over at Alani. "Don't mind him, sometimes he's terrible at not wanting others to follow his bad examples. No Foggy you can't be a vigilante, No Foggy you can't imbibe so hard you eat 80 bucks in tacos." He pulled Matt closer, smacking an affectionate kiss to his temple. "We love him for it though."
"I can change my answer, here: I've never done a drug in my life, including but not limited to legally controlled substances like alcohol. Thank you, for corrupting me, together, you are truly the push I needed.” She grinned, voice taking on an over-exaggerated tone of innocence before she broke the brownie in half and popped one part into her mouth. "Ah, the old 'do as I say, not as I do.' I'm so sorry, Foggy, I mean, I don't know about the vigilante thing, but I for one applaud you eating eighty dollars worth of tacos." Propping herself up on her backpack, she sighed. "You guys are adorable, and also gave me drugs, so you're my favorite people."
"We were D.A.R.E. kids," Matt informed Alani, stretching out like a cat, head cushioned on Foggy's leg, "Most failed drug prevention program, ever. And Foggy, the last time you ate $80 in tacos you were so sick they had to close the dorm bathrooms for repairs and you were broke for the rest of the month. It was horrific. You have no idea."
"That's what happens when you eat low quality tacos in great quantities," Foggy replied, voice serious but edged with laughter. "You cause a stampede out of the dorms every time you even mention the word beans. Coeds hate this one trick for quiet study time." He'd let go of Matt's fingers to bury his hands in his hair instead. "Don't let Mister Proper over here fool you, he's had his own edible mishaps."
"To be fair, sounds like Foggy here's actions are a tale as old as time, I mean, who wouldn't do that?" Her question was accompanied by another cat who ate the canary grin, before excitement pulled her into an upright sitting position. "Wait, no, expand on that, tell me more. Matt, what? Please, I would love to know this story and swear I wouldn't tell anyone else if you told me. Cross my heart."
Laughing, Matt gave Foggy a kiss before getting comfortable. "You didn't hear this from me," he stated, "and you have to remember, I was in the closet as far as powers go " he paused to consider, "and in terms of my sexuality, too. But. It was Pride and I was at a party, maybe 19? My dad's were there. And I'm definitely not sober and I'm dancing with this drag queen having a good time and I hear one of my professors. So I freak out thinking somehow I'm going to get reported and try to run away. But I'm completely fucked up, trip over myself, pull the drag queen down with me and by the end of it all one of her heels ended up embedded in someone's shoulder, the paramedics had to come...I wasn't arrested or anything, but that hangover was brutal. And I had that professor again in the fall."
"That hangover was pretty brutal," Foggy agreed. "But Matt was never, ever unprepared for that professor's class. Ever. Not even after my birthday bender. Plus we figured out that his grace and charm disappears when he's drunk and freaked out."
“Oh my god,” she whispered to herself, repeating the statement a few more times before she allowed herself to laugh a little and flop back down. “I would not have guessed, honestly, that you would have caused such a dramatic night, Matthew. I’m glad you were okay, and it sounds like everyone else lived too, so even better! But grace and charm, pfffft, fuck ‘em.” She has the mind to raise a hand and make an explosive gesture. “Oh, there it is. That’s nice. Relaxing. I think the last time I had an edible, a friend gave me it and I just thought it was a fuckin cookie, but then I’m in study group and — bam, high now. Nothing nearly as exciting.” Another round of giggles as she thought of Matt as he was now in the situation he’d laid out. “God that musta been fun.”
"Also, you have never been tortured like I am tortured," Matt philosophized, face towards the sky, "because the entire dorm smelled like old pot shit for the rest of the semester thanks to burrito butt," to be fair, people in general always had a little poo smell. And he could get all sorts of digestive distress. The only way he could avoid it was by becoming a hermit on a mountain in Tibet or somewhere similar and no. Just no. He would deal with all the shit in New York.
"Awww poor baby," Foggy cooed, leaning over to plant a smacking kiss on Matt's lips before giving Alani an easy smile. "He's so tortured, so maligned. Unloved, unfeeded... wait, no, that's Marci's cat at dinnertime."
"He can be that too if he wants,” Alani offered as if that was helpful, and though she’d flashed a toothy grin it was obvious there was some form of math going on in her head, if her suddenly making a face was any indicator. “I have to say, going to uni from the mansion cut back on the smell of ditch weed in a dorm. Woe is me. Wait, no, that’s just the munchies kicking in. What’m I feeling? Sweet? Salty? Savory— oh yes, but no burritos. You guys have food? Hungry? It’d be my treat.~”
"Ooooh, burritos," Matt rolled over on his stomach, blinking against nothing, "Definitely burritos. Food logs are so good, don't you think Fogs?"
"Wait, burritos or noritos? What about that fusion place with the bowls and burritos. I want a chicken tikka bowlrito." That would also potentially require driving, and none of them were up to that. "Bet Darce has food in the freezer. Spinach chicken lasagna. Meatloaf. How the fuck you haven't gained 20 lbs with her feeding you all the time, it's unfair man." Foggy poked Matt on his stomach. "All that food and over thirty and you're still a hollow leg."
Making a face, Matt retorted, "Eh-eh, I work out," as if he was ever as cool as LMFAO.
"Fuck yeah, free food at home- though a tikka bowlrito, tha's a thing? Gotta jot that down for later." It took a couple swipes to grab her bag, which Alani couldn't help but find the humor in. "Ooh, I think there's still a tube of pringles in the main kitchen that I've been depleting. Alright, to the kitchen."
Foggy grinned kinda dreamily. "Anything can burrito or bowlrito if you fusion it right," he said sagely. "Chicken tikka's already halfway there, yeah? Add pinto beans and some mango salsa, then queso fresco instead of paneer. Wrap like burrito or serve over rice." He sat up slowly, rubbing Matt's back. "Food's not coming to you, Matty. Up."
Groaning, Matt rolled smoothly from where he lay until he was up and standing, reaching for Foggy with one hand. "I hate this part of being high. Foggy, don't let me run into anything. I vote for food logs. Wrap it in a burrito, eat it. Done," he agreed, following Foggy obediently. "I'm not sure I should be using a stove right now though."
Foggy laughed as he stood, holding out his free arm for Alani. "You won't run into anything except my back long as you keep hold, and you won't be using the stove either." He might, but most likely he'd find something they could just microwave. That was pretty easy. And hopefully something wrap-shaped, so Matt could have his food log. "To the food!"
