A quote from the Simpsons, an intimate moment with Laura, and a large bong rip. It’s the twelfth episode of an untitled mini-series about a young drunk writer named Steve, based off a cross-genre short story written in 2009 at the College of Santa Fe.
Start at the Beginning: Read Part One.
The Untitled Story about Steve, Part 12:
"Wrapped Around the Ink"
"What a Load of Garbage, I'm Ecstatic!"
-Principal Skinner, the Simpsons
Their tongues wrapped around each other’s as lips enjoyed the wetness of other lips. His hand cupped her soft breast, increasing stiffness in his pants. As he waited for her hand to glide over and touch it, Laura pushed away. “Wait – is that your story?”
“One of them,” Steve responded.
“Can I read it?”
“Right now?” He looked into her eyes and sighed. “Fine, go ahead.”
She crouched forward in a cross-legged position on the floor in front of the sofa. Her eyes began to comb the story’s first page. Steve pushed himself off the couch into a standing position before trudging into the kitchen. "Hey Laura, you want a drink?”
“Sure, like what?”
“Beer, wine, cola?”
“A beer’s good,” she answered loudly.
He opened the fridge and removed two cans of ale. Heading back across the apartment, he sat down beside her on the messy carpet. He handed Laura her beverage and poured his beer into a drinking glass.
. A few sips were stolen in the silence, then he looked over at the young woman reading the printed sheets of paper. “That’s a story I wrote a while back,” he said. “Just finished revising it.”
“Huh,” Laura grunted, her mind was wrapped around the ink.
“Now the one I’m typing up now…”
She breathed out forcefully and snapped, “Shut up and let me read it already.”
Bubbles popped within the bong’s chamber, filling fast with thick smoke. Freddy slid the bowl out and the pale cloud swooshed into his mouth, hit the back of his throat harshly with the pot smoke invading his lungs. “You want a hit?” Freddy asked.
Steve shrugged. “Sure.”
His friend handed over the large bong, allowing Steve to flick the lighter and light the weed. Breathing in, bubbles popped once more and smoke filled the blue glass chamber again. Inhaling caused the smoke to smack his throat and unlike his friend, he coughed profusely until eyes were red and watery.
“Take deep breaths, dude.”
Steve eventually calmed down. “Got any beer?” he inquired. “Or like… some whiskey?”
To be continued...
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This was the twelfth part of a cross-genre short story composed in 2009 at the College of Santa Fe.
Steve's Untitled Story Episode 12: "Wrapped Around the Ink"