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Simon laughed at Clay’s stupid joke, “Just thought we’d keep the staff out. If they’re gonna bust us let’s at least make ‘em work for it. Although you know, I was dying for a fucking autograph, dude. Don’t make me cry.” It was cool to cut up with someone like an asshole without getting in shit for it. He eyed the bag in the other male’s hand as he pulled out the blunt and got it going. “Well if you punch me I’m gonna punch you right back and I’d rather get trashed than start a fight, let’s at least wait to kill each other until after I’ve got a buzz, what do you say?” When Clay pulled out the bottles of alcohol Simon gave a small whistle. “Damn dude, you hit the jackpot. Straight up is fine, I haven’t had a drink in way too fucking long to be picky.”

He took back the blunt when Clay was done and took another harsh drag, almost coughing as it came back out his nose. “So let’s pop these bitches open already,” he said, “Get this fun started.” He reached for a bottle, choosing one of the vodkas and twisting off the cap. He lifted it up and took a nice long swig, coughing for real this time as he finished and pulled the bottle away. “Fuck man, that’s the shit. Where the hell did you get all this anyway?” he asked, genuinely curious since it was such a huge haul.

Because I Got High || Simon & Clay

Upon entering the room Clay scoffed. “Of course it is. It’s me we’re talking about.” His eyebrow cocked up slightly when he heard the lock engage and he turned around to joke. “Hey now, what’s with the door locking. If you plan on murdering me and taking my booze think again. I happen to be an expert at the ancient arts of shin kicking. I can tell by your face you’re impressed, but I didn’t come here to sign autographs that’ll have to wait.

Clay saw how the other boy was eyeing the bag in his head and raised it higher to give him a better look. Not that you could see all that much through the white plastic. “Nah, I don’t care about your mess. Not like I’m the one who has to clean it eventually. As long as it doesn’t give me a disease I’m decent.” He let out a snort at his next comment. “Well you can bite all you want I’d just have to punch you after.” Clay took a sit and started taking out the too large bottles and the two smaller ones out of his bag. The big ones were two flavors of vodka and the smaller ones were rum and jack. When asked what he had he merly pointed at the bottles. “It sure would have been nice if she’d bought a chaser or something. I guess we’ll have to make do with these straight up.” He took the offered blunt and silently hoped it wasn’t soggy from Simon’s mouth. He hated that shit, it was gross and part of the reason he rarely smoked with anyone if at all. To be honest he preferred other methods of getting high, but he didn’t have the option of being picky so he put it in his mouth and took a long puff holding it in his lungs and tried not to cough. It had been awhile. He blew the smoke out and passed it back blinking his eyes to stop the watering.

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Simon was chilling on his bed, blunt forgotten on his nightstand when he heard a knock. He shuffled over to the door, laughing when he heard Clay bitching about nurses stopping him. He pulled it open and motioned for him to come in. “Cool to finally actually meet you, man,” he said as he slammed the door shut and locked it, just in case someone decided to check up on them. The last thing he needed was a red mark on his record for getting fucked up in here; he’d already had to deal with weeks of bullshit after his homophobia all over the dash when he first got stuck in this place.

He saw the bag in Clay’s hand and smiled, his first real smile in a while and went to sit down on his bed. “It’s kind of a mess, hope you don’t give a fuck,” he said with a shrug. “You can sit on my bed, I won’t bite.” He grabbed the blunt off of the table and then reached in his drawer for a light. “So what the fuck you got there, dude?” he asked, pointing towards the bag Clay was still holding. He fired up the lighter and stuck the blunt in his mouth, puffing on it until it lit up nicely. He took a quick inhale and held it before offering it to the other boy. He grabbed his ashtray from the nightstand and put it down on the bed between them.

Because I Got High || Simon & Clay

Call the news cameras Clayton Thompson was being social. There was definitely a miracle at foot. Granted he was only doing it to get high and wasted, but baby steps. It was certainly better then getting drunk by himself in his room. It’s much better to do it with other people so you can do stupid shit and blame it on the alcohol. Clay stood there and contemplated how he would get from point A to point B with the booze without arousing suspicion from anyone that might be out at this time. Shaking his head he just picked up the bag it was in and walked out the door. As long as he didn’t act like he was doing anything wrong no one should bother him anyway so why make some elaborate ass plan anyway?

It was just his luck that as soon as he got 10 feet from his door an elderly nurse stepped in front of him. The nosey old bat asked him what he was up to so late and he laid on the charm saying he was just visiting a friend because he couldn’t sleep and didn’t like siting awake alone in the darkness. She ate up his ridiculous sob story and sent him on his way completely oblivious to the bag of alcohol at his side. He laughed under his breath as he quickly headed to Simon’s room and knocked on the door. “Hurry up and open the fucking door before another nurse comes. Once is enough.”

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Because I Got High || Simon & Clay

Simon and Clay had been talking on the blog for a while but hadn't really actually met yet. However when Clay said he had some good alcohol Simon jumped on that idea and offered him some green for a drink. He figured if he had to be social he could at least do it with someone who probably would have chilled with back home anyway. So they made plans for Clay to stop over at his room. Simon dug into his closet where he'd stashed the pot and a few cigars for rolling purposes. He dug out a blade he'd found in some room when he first got here and took it all over to his nightstand. He wet the blunt down and split it open, taking out the insides. Then he set about packing it full of green and rolling it up into an impressive spliff that would burn for a good long while. 

His room was trashed and he didn't really give a shit but he made more room on his bed so the other boy could at least sit while they got fucked up. Honestly he didn't know much about Clay other than he was a hooligan and that made him feel less fucked up about everything that got his own ass thrown in here. He wouldn't really call him or anyone else in here a friend but he seemed cool enough and he had booze so that was that. Once the blunt was packed he pushed back into his bed and waited for the other male to show up with the booze so they could get fucked up and cause some trouble.

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If you wanna come by here I'll start rolling a blunt.

Simon is a Jinx.

Well then, your room or mine?

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Whatever, I was just trying to get a rise out of you.

Simon is a Jinx.

and by the way, my music taste is awesome, you’re just jealous.

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Fine, maybe I do. 

Simon is a Jinx.

You know exactly who I’m talking about, don’t even play :p

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Trade, share, whatever. Just be nice to get lit with company for once. 

Simon is a Jinx.

You don’t have to trade anything I’m just being difficult, but I will gladly accept it.

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Now whoever could you be talking about there?

Simon is a Jinx.

Well I like you too, you and the egotistical flirt keeps things kind of interesting around here, I’ll admit.

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You humor me. This is why I like you, Red.

Simon is a Jinx.

Yeah, alcohol and bitches, who wouldn’t survive?

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I could trade you some smoke if you wanted. Kind of picked some up the other day.

Simon is a Jinx.

I suppose I could share …

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If you're asking me the answer is yes, of course.

Simon is a Jinx.

I haven’t even looked yet, I was too busy gloating. Haha, do I really?

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I'll survive this shit hole, I guess.

Simon is a Jinx.

Well…at least…you’re having a good time..?

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Fuck yeah, dude. What you got? You know you wanna hook me up.

Simon is a Jinx.

I better, annnyway, I somehow convinced this nurse to get me alcohol and not wimpy shit either.

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Causing chaos in other people's dark bedrooms mainly. 

Simon is a Jinx.

So you’ve been running around causing chaos or just lurking in your dark bedroom?

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You're gonna have to, sadly.

Simon is a Jinx.

I’ll take your word for it, Bamf. :P

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What? You have my attention.

Simon is a Jinx.

Oh there you are. Hey you’ll never guess what happenend.

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Heh, not everyone, I can promise you that.

Simon is a Jinx.

Maybe everyone is allergic to you.