That Vegan Girl
When the door opened I was taken by the strong smell of incense that enveloped the hallway. She was wearing a pair of shorts that were just a few inches too short, a cut off that sat just above her belly button and no shoes.
“I’m so glad you came!”, I grinned at the words, but she definitely wasn’t in tune with me quite yet and the double entendre would have gone over her like the beaded curtain she walked me through into the living room.
There were two beanbags on the floor and a mattress that looked like it was pulled off a futon fashioned against the wall into a couch. There were lit candles all over the room, and I struggled ever so carefully to keep from knocking any of them over, a feat driven to an absurd amount of difficulty because of the drinks I thought it was a good idea to have before heading over.
Alexys, on the other hand, seemed to float between all of the things on her floor without missing a beat as she made her way to the kitchen to the fridge.
“Do you want somethin’ to drink? I’ve got juice and kombucha and..”
“Do you have anything fun to drink?, cutting her off as I stretched out my legs and sat on the beanbag without any holes in it.
“Kombucha is fun!”
I raised an eyebrow, “Nobody has ever uttered those words in the history of ever, you know”
“Nobody has ever been me in the history of ever, you know”, she said in a mocking tone walking back into the living room carrying a glass that I could smell even from where I was sitting, “I made this myself”
Dammit, I thought, now I’m obligated to drink it, but I kept my eyeroll tucked beneath my glances at the floor as she handed me the glass and turned around, giving me a moment of an eye-level view of her ass, before taking a seat across from me.
If you’re getting anywhere tonight, you’re going to drink it.
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