one day nearer the weekend *g*

...blame Ellie for this one...by using a combination of threats and bribes *lick lick* she 'persuaded' me to add those final few lines to 'Eight Miles High' (my little ficette featuring three ever so slightly stoned bois and two very pissed off boyfriends)Well its not as if the thought wasn't sloshing around in my brain anyway :)Disclaimer: Don't know, own any of the people the characters in this story are based on. Am in no way trying to implie anything.Soooooo...In resignation he laid flat out and concentrated his efforts on studying the swirling patterns that were adorning the ceiling, only hoping that the pink elephants wouldn’t decide to pay him a visit again.Darren’s prediction proved right as a little while later there came a knock on the door and Ben’s head appeared round the frame.‘You too huh?’ Daniel said, not moving from his prone position of swirl watching.‘Stupid fucking, stupid boyfriend…’ Ben muttered coming to lay beside him. ‘Whatcha doing?’‘Pretty.’ Was Daniel’s response.‘Whasss?’Daniel pointed upwards.‘Oh yeah,’ Ben craned his neck For a few minutes they both lay there in contemplative silence. Watching as the world revolved around them, occasionally giggling at something only someone in their collective state could find funny.Finally Ben turned his head just sufficiently to be able to peruse Daniel’s left ear. ‘Dannn?’‘Yeah.’ Off key, slightly wobbly stoned giggle.‘Wanna fuck?’A hand came across and landed on Ben’s chest, blindly fumbling around for something to grip onto. The shoulder the hand was attached to shrugged.‘Might as well.’ *grins* there you go...although anybody who has ever been *really* stoned will know that there probably ended up being a great deal more giggling than actual fucking...still it would have been amusing to observe.ttfnluna xx