dance with me

When you receive it and express it, it becomes the whole meaning of things. It's life, demystified. A place out of self. Not a waltz, but the whirls within a waltz.

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Jett [21.45]: 👍

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Jett [21.37]: out with the crew from today. wanna join?

Garett [21.40]: sorry pal, can't. next time

Rowan [21.41]: 😭 working 2nite!!! cant!!! im sry!!! xoxo

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

     A short walk to the living room, and Kolton placed his things on the coffee table, plucked the joint free, and dropped into the couch, lying limp for a moment before straightening.

   “Let’s do it.”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “Okay, but—” Kolton stood, perching the joint between his lips, the thing muffling his speech as he picked up his plate and the one of his glasses that had liquor in it, “I’m bring m’pasta.”

     “Okay. Good. I’m gonna come back for mine once I’m a little toastier.” Rowan picked up plate as she stood, bringing it back to the counter for when she was ready to finish it, then began searching through drawers again for a deck of cards. She didn’t find them in the kitchen, heading into the living room to see they’d already been on a small table next to a chair in the living room. 

     “Alright. Time for me to kick your ass in… go fish?”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “Nope.”

   “Nothing besides ‘give it back.’”

     “Whoops. I’m hogging it.” Rowan smiled, taking one more hit before handing it back. “C’mon. Let’s go sit in the living room. I’ll clean this up and grab some cards. We can smoke the rest of this bag and forget how to play every game anyway.”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “I wasn’t feeling bad.”

   “But… yeah.”

     “I know.”

     “Still! I’m glad. Any other requests?”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “Might be the weed, but… I’m gonna take credit.”

     “You should!”

     “It was your words.” Her smile softened, “Are you feeling any better?”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “Oh—” Rowan’s arms enveloped him, and he could smell her hair, his hands lifting to squeeze her back before she pulled away.

   “What’s that for?”

     “I dunno. That made me really happy.” She sat back down and bounced her shoulders before finally taking the joint to hit it. 

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “When it’s you — yeah, I do.”

     Rowan stood up suddenly, bending to wrap her arms around Kolton in a hug.

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “Well, you never know. Could get that back.”

     “You really think so?”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

     One more hit, and Kolton handed it back, careful not to burn her fingers as he did. His worries were trickling away already — slowly, lessening to be replaced by a thoughtless calm.    “Never met anyone who isn’t.”

     “I wasn’t.”

     “Before…”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “Good. Randos in bars don’t know shit.”

     “They aren’t always all bad, though.”

     “Well, that’s assuming I am any good at judging people which… well, I didn’t used to be. I guess I’m more jaded now.” Rowan reached out, a silent request for the joint.

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “’Cause I am.”

   “Forehead-reading used to be my job.”

      “Right. Well, I believe you.”

      “Definitely more than some rando in a bar.”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “Oh, shit.” Leaving his food for the time being, Kolton rolled a joint with paper he found in the bag, borrowing a lighter that was laying next to the ashtray on the table to get it lit.

   “This yours or Garrett’s?” he asked, passing it to Rowan.

     “Garrett’s. And… mine. I got some a little bit back.”

     “A little lasts a while for us so… I don’t really remember.” She shrugged, “Still! Have at it. And it’s been a while since I let myself get any kind of… forget. So… maybe not a bad idea.” She accepted it, leaning back in her chair as she took a deep inhale, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few beats before exhaling and passing it back.      “I went to a club one night and this dude there was telling me all about how I needed to do some mushrooms or acid. Something about cleaning my head. Guess I had ‘hot mess’ written across my forehead.”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “Outta, like, anything?”

   “I wanna smoke until I can’t feel my body and I don’t know what year it is.”

     Rowan rose her eyebrows, amusement drawing a smile across her face. “Alright. I think I can probably get some.”

     She stood, pacing back toward the cabinets to rifle through one of the drawers. First choice, wrong, but the second wasn’t, and when she returned she plopped a bag down next to Kolton’s plate. 

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

     Kolton took a sip of the drink she’d made him, glancing at her with a shrug.

   “Whatever you wanna do.”

     “Well…”

     “I was asking what you wanna do.”

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KOLTON SAMAEL.

   “It’s not.”

     “Exactly!”