"realy i was kinda gettin a lesbian vibe off of you...no offense if that offends you." He rubs his hands together awkwardly realizing that he is babbling like a stoner...

She coughs and looks at him with shocked, wide eyes.
"Why does everyone think I'm gay. The kids in school all did cause I used to draw Rogue a lot. Said I was drawing all kinds of nakled women. It ain't that, women are just easy for me to draw. Just like men are easier for men to draw..."
She stops, realizing she's ranting.
"Sorry," she slaps a hand to her forehead. "I get kinda...passionate sometimes and it just kinda explodes out of me...."
She sighs, knowing that sounded wrong. But, instead of just letting it fall, she has to shove her foot deeper down her throat.
"You know um...the passionate kinda passion...not the down and dirty, clothes flying passion...though I get that too...from time to time....is it just me or is this moment really awkward all of the suuden."

Theres a sudden clatter from one of the attached rooms of the den. A girl with long brown dreadlocks, a bright orange tanktop, bloodshot eyes and complete lack of pants comes stumbling out trying to hold her hair back.

She looks from Amanda to Sean and smiles akwardly.

'Hey Jerry wheres my pants?'

She asks in a slow stoner voice.

she simply raises a brow.

"pants....pants..pants..." He says as he looks around the room, "I realy dont remember," He reaches under the couch and throws a pair of green gym shorts at her.

Realizing that he didnt introduce the two lovely ladies he starts, "This is amanda, and this is...." He completely forgot this girls name. Out of complete desperation, he pulls a bag out of his pocket, "Lets smoke more pot." He hopes that weed will help them forget that he forgot.

'Groovy.' The hippy girl sniffs the gym shorts, seems satisfied and pulls them on.

She approaches and will sit down right next to Amanda, apparently not caring what her own name is as long as theres pot involved...

Sean packs a bowl in the bong he was hitting a few minutes ago and passes it over to the hippie girl. He then slides his lighter accross the table to her, "where gonna need more snacks soon."

He looks at Amanda "So what were you saying, your Bisexual or something?"  

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"No, I'm straight," she says. She stands and smoothes out her skirt. "And I have work to get too. So, I'll leave ya'll to ya'll's baking."
She turns and heads toward the stairs.

Sean stands as she tries to leave, "we hug arond here when we leave, and you never gave me your number." He smiles and pulls a pen outta his pocket, and outstretches his arms.

She produces a card, one of the radio station cards. It has her number and full name on it as well as the address to the radio station. She smiles, slipping the card into his pocket as she slips her other arm around him.

Sean laughs, "Thats better, have a superb rest of your evening." He steps backwards and sits back on the couch.

"You too darlin'." she winks to him and scoots up the stairs.

Sean looks at the girl sitting next to him, "Way to completely cock block me!, Damn girl!" He hits the bong and chills his lemons.

The hippy girl is far too busy sucking the life out of the bong to care about Seans complaints. When she is done she billows smoke from her lungs and leans back looking complacent.

She stares at Sean a moment befoer asking;

'So does your mom always come chill here?'

"My mom?, when was she here....? i think your crazy..." He grabs the bong from her, "Your smokin yourself retarded."