Roxy gets high with Damara

Roxy's day began as normally as ever. She awoke feeling more rested and without the once typical nauseous feeling in her gut and the pounding feeling in her head. Ever since she had taken the difficult decision to go sober, not only for her own sake but for her friend's as well, she had felt leagues better to the point she even wondered if she should have done this far sooner. Oh sure there were the occasional craving now and then, and she did find herself nearly having to force herself not to imbibe more times then she'd like to admit. But all and all she was rather surprised at how well she had done. Over two month now and not so much as even a drop upon her lips? Why before she would have thought such a prospect impossible, now she the very thought of going back to the the devil's drink was itself impossible. Well nearly impossible. Yet, no matter how much better she felt overall, she knew she was after years of numbing herself a alcoholic. And even the most sober of people have their limits and moments of weakness. And for Roxy Lalonde, hers was, like the sun about to arise from dark regions.

It came upon her suddenly like it so often did. She was minding her business, tending to the important task of planing for Jane's upcoming birthday. It was still a while before it would actually arrive yet she felt it important to prepare in advance and whats more, keeping herself busy and distracted tended to help with the sobriety. However, as she went over suggestions and ideas both she and dear Fefeta came up with, she grew frustrated with herself. Trying to determine all the various logistics and details were driving her nuts. She was a scientist, and a brilliant one at that. She could recite all manner of complex theories and their various processes in her sleep yet something as simple as planning a birthday was proving to be beyond her scope, and such a aggravating fact only served to annoy her even further.

She grunted to herself, "AGhhh, why is something so simple messin with me like dis? I should have this totes in the bag." She grew even more frustrated, not only at her plans but also with herself, and wondered to herself. perhaps that was the thing of it. The sheer simplicity was itself throwing her off, after all most problems she could tackle tended to be of far greater difficulty and the seeming ease of this pickle was perhaps not fitting correctly what what her mind was used to. "Maybe I'm just getting ahead of myself. I mean it's Janey, she's not gonna be too picky with this shit right?" She thought to herself. "Oh man, still though, I just want this shit to go all right ways. but damn everything sweet Fefeta and me think up i can't fuckin bring myself to like. What the hell would Janey even like for that matter?"

She looked over the different ideas she and Fefeta had crafted, looking to see if maybe she would change her mind on a previously reject one, or if perhaps she could even combine some aspects of other into a superior whole. Yet still her answer continued to prove illusive as ever and as her stress grew so did that familiar craving. The desire for that comforting numbness and the way it eased all problems and swept away all worries. The way it made her body feel so wonderful and her mind bubbly and full of nothing but joy and sunshine. She wanted that feeling back again. Perhaps she'd find her answers if she had just a few sips. Perhaps the booze could help decide for her.

She shook such thoughts from her mind, what would her friends think? How would she live with herself if she feel off the wagon now? And so close to her BFFie's b-day of all thing as well! No she had to steel her resolve, she could not and would not fall into temptation no matter how alluring it seemed. Yet.. now that she thought of it, she did really miss that numbing feeling. Was there perhaps something else she could try? Perhaps something else she could take, if only to take the edge off? She rubbed her temples, and said to no one in particular "oh god, I could really use something to fuck me up nice and good."

As if to answer her prayers, a bright red flash appeared behind her and Roxy turned towards it, covered her eyes until the lights abated. She lowered her hand and after blinking a few times to help her eyes recover, looked at the guest in her room. It was a troll, dressed in a red shirt and matching skirt, in her hair were some kind of curved chopsticks that held it in a small bun while the rest draped downward. her eyes were curiously milky white, unlike the usual yellow she had come to expect and know of. But what most intrigued her was the rather strong and musky stench coming off of her visitor, or more accurately from the joint placed between her bright red lips. The troll took a long drag from it, inhaling deeply before blowing large puffs towards her. Roxy coughed painfully, unused to the strong wisps. Yet as she tried to catch her breath she felt a unfamiliar yet not unpleasant feeling begin to rise up within her. It was a weak feeling yet noticeable. She felt her limps become slightly weak, and her sense of time began to slow slightly. But most notably she felt her mood perk up a bit.

The red troll spoke to her, "酔った女の子. たばこを吸うとハイになる. その後、多分私達はファック?" Roxy couldn't understand a word she spoke, yet the girl handed her her joint and motioned with her hands for Roxy to inhale and Roxy was quickly able to get the general gist of what she intended. She placed it to her lips and breathed in deeply, yet quickly it overpowered her lungs and once again she began to hack and cough, desperately trying not to puke as the strong odor overwhelmed her senses. The troll girl grew frustrated. "愚かな雌犬.それは結構ペニスであるように、ゆっくり吸う.その後、肺の中にそれを保持します." She said to Roxy, yanking the joint from her hands and motioning for her to look back to her. Roxy stared at her and watched intently, the effects of the smoke still managing to get to her despite her failed first attempt. The troll girl brought the joint to her lips, and as if to demonstrate to Roxy, inhaled slowly, bringing her other hand up to her face in a slow manner to further get across what she wanted. She held her breath for a extended period of time, her chest beaming outward before heaving back in. Thick clouds emitted from her nose slowly, filling the room with heavy smoke before rising to the ceiling and remaining there. Roxy managed to take in a few breaths of the haze, no longer as bothered by the once acrid smell as before. The troll girl returned the joint to her and using her hands, wordlessly instructed her to smoke it.

Roxy limply brought it to her mouth, and as best she could copied the crimson clothed girl's actions, breathing deeply once more but slowly as well this time, trapping the wonderful whips within her lungs. She closed her eyes as she did so, trying to best enjoy the now powerful and delightful numbness the smoke was offering. Time continued to slow, everything seemingly moving to a crawl now, and as slowly as she inhaled she let free, softly blowing her own clouds back towards her guest who now had a look of deep satisfaction upon her. "あなたがそれをはい好きですか? おそらく、あなたが死ぬとき、私たちは一緒にハイになることができます." She said sweetly. Roxy didn't know why but she found the girl's words funny and began to giggle briefly as the troll took the joint from her limp hands, taking another long drag of her own. Before exhaling, she locked lips with Roxy, blowing her whips into the other girls lungs. Roxy eagerly took it in before her giggles got the best of her and she let it free through her nose.

Her guest played with her tongue a bit, frenching the now dazed girl and Roxy weakly returned the action, savoring the feeling of being touched in so intimate a manner. The troll girl ended their kiss abruptly, smiling softly to Roxy before waving goodbye to her. numbly Roxy asked her, "waaaaiit. Whats your name friend?" The troll responded, this time in egnlish. "NAME DAMARA. LIKE YOU. WE HAVE FUN TIMES AGAIN. YES?" Roxy excitedly agreed to Damara's offer, briefly hugging her before waving back. The room filled with a bright red flash and as mysteriously as she appeared, Damara vanished. Roxy stood for a few minutes, absent mindedly trying to remember what she was doing before her lovely guest had made her entrance, and after failing to remember spent the next several hours listening to various video game soundtracks with dear sweet Fefeta who she had found weakly chasing her own tail.