__05.04.2003 @ 18:30_______
Chupto Bismal was sat on a futon in the bedroom of his good friend Vanya. To his side sat Jason and opposite him was Vanya herself. Jason was an ex of Vanya's whom she had remained friends with since the split. Tonight was the first time Chupto had met Jason. First impressions had been reasonably good. The previous week Jason had been raided by the police and although he would never admit it in public Chupto found that quite impressive. Jason had told the story of it all rather well and left Chupto rather impressed.
Unfortunately Jason had taken Chupto's interest in his run in with the law to mean he was interested in every minute detail of his life, interesting or not. Chupto tried to be polite and listen intently but after about ten minutes or so he had begun to tune out and just nod or grunt from time to time to signal that he was still conscious. Vanya seemed to be doing the same thing if Chupto had interpreted the glances that passed between the two of them correctly.
Jason didnt seem to mind though. He had continued talking despite the lack of a responsive audience for about four hours and there was no sign of him letting up soon. Fortunately earlier in the evening the three of them had made a trip to a friend of Jason's to pick up some fine quality skunk and Chupto was sufficiently stoned not to try and forcibly shut Jason up. Instead he sat quietly and had a quiet think about events in his life from the previous weekend. Events that shall not be described here as they deserve a story of their own.
Vanya reached down into a pile of mess beside her bed and pulled out a small green sachet. Chupto looked at her quizzicly.
"Popping Candy!" She exclaimed by way of an explanation with a big grin on her face.
"What?" said Jason cutting off from his story about how he overtook his mother once when he was speeding.
Vanya said nothing. Instead she tore off a corner of the sachet and poured some of the contents onto the palm of her hand. She then proceeded to lick them off. For a couple of seconds nothing happened, and then suddenly a whizzing popping noise began to emerge from her mouth.
"Try it" she mumbled through her half shut mouth and passed the sachet to Jason and then on to Chupto. Each in turn did exactly as Vanya did. Chupto felt a sharp apple tangy taste that was not unpleasant. Alas this didn't last as almost immediatly afterwards he experienced what could only be described as the equivalent of a thousand needles all being fired into the inside of his cheeks at the same time.
Chupto looked over at Vanya and Jason both of whom was caught in some kind of bizzarre previously unknown state somewhere between horrifying pain and uncontrollable laughter. Vanya looked up at Chupto who was rubbing the sides of his cheeks furiously and trying not to laugh. The needles in his mouth had gone only to be replaced by what felt like ball bearings. He looked up at Vanya and tried to express in mine the terrible pain he was feeling. This just made Vanya laugh more which in turn made Chupto laugh.
"Its ok" spluttered Vanya "it gets better in a moment. dont worry about it"
"ok, ok" said Chupto and then the thought struck him...
"what is my life coming to? Here I am, a 22 year old man being talked down from a child's sugary treat. I really need to take a look at myself."
Later that night, Vanya decided she needed to sleep so Chupto went to bed where he lay and hallucinated of horses and trains. Vanya vomited. Jason kept Vanya's mum up until 5am with his stories about himself. Her patience is to be admired i feel.
Inspiration For This Tale: Last Wednesday
Sensory Input For This Tale: Pizzicato Five
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