first puff

you sat in the room with a guy and a girl. all of you were exhausted, giddy from all the alcohol running through your veins. the room was damp and musky from the smell of whiskey. the dark red walls and drapes made the room darker than it already was. it was already night. it was 3am.

you sank into the beanbag. you stared at the girl. you stared at her wavy hair, streaks of brown and blonde. you stare at her smokey eyes. you stare at her red lips, redder than the walls. you stare at her neck. she's pale. she saw you staring. she hugged a plush cushion to her breasts and drew her legs back. she leaned back into the bed.

he took a cigarette out of the drawer. he lit it with his silver zippo. he drew a deep, long breath. he closed his eyes. he slowly exhaled through his nostrils. he ran his slender fingers through his hair. he propped himself against the bed with his left arm. he bent his right leg up and rested his arm on it. the cigarette ash fell of the end.

you got up and reached for his cigarette. you ran your finger along the back of his hand and took the cigarette. you took a puff. your first. you choked and coughed. you took another puff. you dragged it. you closed your eyes. you turned around and sat between them. you slowly let the smoke creep out from you. you handed the cigarette to her. you placed both your hands on your stomach.

she took it. she took a quick puff and returned it to him. she put the cushion down.

he reached over and took the cigarette back. he took one last puff and then snuffed it out. he rested his left arm on the bed and placed his right on your hands. he played with your hair. you just kept your eyes closed. she laid her head on the stack of hands. she just laid there with her eyes closed. you started to play with her hair. you ran your fingers through. you rubbed strands of her hair between your fingers. you took a deep breath to take it in the scent in the air. he laid his head on your right shoulder.

tbc