Yuri Drabble 1: Goth who smokes weed.
Under normal circumstances, there was absolutely zero chance you would be here. In the back of an abandoned trailer car, sharing a beanbag with that black-haired, fishhnet wearing, class-skipping upperclassman you just had to get assigned as a project partner to. In a lopsided ring sitting on the ground as her friends, a blondie with way too many bracelets and a spectacled brunette who didn't looked like the type for a smoke session. "Hand me ittttt," The Goth whined as the blondie took another drag. The hand-off of the blunt was quick, clearly practiced. You'd be impressed if the smell wasn't terrible. "God. I should really be doing that project tonight," She continued, getting blanked by the other two girls who were scrolling on their phone. "Mhm." The brunette answered, clearly detatched. You internally agreed, very heavily infact, considering that project was half your grade.
"Hey, bitch, take it." It took a moment to snap from your daze to realize the smoldering blunt was being shoved into your face. "Woah, her? She's never smoked a day in her life. Meaning you should totally take it…" So, this was the one thing that inspired the blondie to start paying attention? While you were mentally telling yourself to disregard the blunt entirely, or at least a offer a weak excuse; you found your fingers were already brushing against hers while you tried to grasp it. Face warmer than before, you held the blunt gingerly between your index and thumb, mimicking what you just witnessed. Now that it was in your hand, you pondered if you should 'accidentally' drop it now and get it over with, but that'd probably lead to even more detours. You wanted that project done. "Don't just let it burn, hit it." The brunette had now joined the other two girls in staring at you with repressed excitement. She was waiting her turn, wasn't she?
Of course, you had no idea how to properly 'hit it' but it was easy, right? Hold it to your mouth, and then suck in--. The harsh smoke attacked your throat and you instantly thrown into a coughing fit the second you tried to hold it in your lungs. The goth quickly reacted via taking the blunt out of your hands and passing it off, then holding your shoulder as you hacked away for what felt like a minute. "Shit! Is she good?" The blondie backed off as though you were contagious, but she was still somewhat concerned. Even the goth had stepped away to look at you directly. As the coughing subsided, you turned to look at the trio. Your vision seemed odd, it was focusing on the miniscule details of their clothing. That gaze broke when the three of them erupted into glorious laughter.
"She's fucked up!", "We can't send her home now" And other chants came from them as they each aimed their phones at your increasingly horrified expression. Were they taking pictures? Absolutely not! You flew off the beanbag chair and tackled one down, trying to claw for her phone. You were unable to reach it. When you stopped struggling and looked down, you realized your face was laying atop the goth's chest, who was looking at you with tears in her eyes. "C'mon! Just relax, first time right? Enjoy it…" She trailed, leaning her head back on the ground and closing her eyes. Even if it was invisible to you, the blush on your face was clearly apparent. Still, you didn't move off the cushioning of her body and instead decided to silently fume over the fact that you weren't going to be finishing that project.