Page 80 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Sorry,” he muttered, depositing the shards in the bin. “I’ll listen to you next time.”
“At least she broke my vase,” I snorted, going to my weed pipe on the windowsill, “and didn't spill my bowl.”
I fumbled around for my lighter, but Josh stopped me.
“In here? Really?” He didn't sound pleased.
“What?” I snatched my Bic, flicking it a few times. “Is there a problem?”
“It’s just that…”
“There’s no ventilation,” Dreydon muttered, eyeing the closed window.
“Ventilation, shmentilation,” I muttered.
Josh frowned. “It cannot be good to inhale weed smoke for hours on end.”
“Days, sometimes,” I drawled, wishing my lighter would work. “I pass out over my kiln… and then I just keep on smoking.”
Dreydon gently took the pipe from my hands.
“Baby,” he said sweetly, “just say no.”
“It’s natural,” I begged, clawing after my pipe. “Gimme.”
“It’s naturally… neurotoxic,” Dreydon drawled, sliding my pipe into his back pocket. “Mine, now.”
“Hey,” I grunted, “you stole my Mary Jane.”
“I conquered it,” Dreydon drawled, waggling his brows.
“You can’t conquer my weed, man.” This freaking guy.
“Rule of the strongest,” Dreydon said brusquely, and Josh snorted in agreement.
Deciding not to smoke my weed right now, we all watched me blow some glass. Ever blow bubblegum as a kid? Well, it wasn’t really like that, but it sorta was.
Lighting up my fuego, I blew up a big ball of pink glass. Magical and mystical, it captured everyone’s attention.
“Whoa,” Dreydon said, eyes wide.
I transferred the ball into a cold-water bath. “Watch it crack now.”
The glass ball didn't crack, though all my Alphas leapt back in shock.
“Ha,” I snorted, cooling my pink ball. “Gotcha.”
“That’s a big ball,” Josh said impressively.
“You’d know all about that, don’t you,” I said passive aggressively.
“I have an eye for… big balls.”
I waggled my eyebrows at Josh, my gaze dipping to his jeans. “Anytime you wanna show me yours, I’m game.”
We closed the door to my she-shed studio.
Just then, a cracking sound ripped out and the roof caved in.
