Sock
Three Thousand Club
Skyler's light eyes flicked towards the young 16 year old and he let a small quirk of his lips pass as his Sure. He walked over towards a nearby bench overlooking the grey sky, low hanging fog dusting the skies and reflecting on the angry aqua of the water. He combed his hand through his neatly sculpted quiff and readjusted on his boney arse. Yesterday's filming had surely taken a toll on the young dancer, a large dark bruise had blossomed on the corner of his sharp collarbone and his southern regions burned of stubble burn. One of the many reasons why the irishman despised bottoming. But in the eyes of many viewers, Zachary was in fact a tw!nk. And a tw!nk he shall be.
Skyler reached into his back pocket, pulling out his empty bandaid box that rested next to his mobile. He opened up the tin box and pulled out a neatly rolled joint, packed with California's finest. He then proceeded to tug out his lighter a simple, steel thing and flicked it open. He held the joint between his front teeth, his hand blocking the flame from the gentle breeze and lit the pot.
Skyler took a deep drag, letting the familiar burning feeling trail down his throat and held his breath. He closed his light eyes and slowly let out a breath, his smoke curling in towards his face as he sucked it back up through his nose, in a rather successful french inhale. He then blew out the rest of the smoke and relaxed back against the wooden bench, half lidded eyes trailing the rocking seas, joint resting casually through his front two fingers. He took a few drags every so often but calmly waited for Lucas to finish his chat with Leon.
Skyler reached into his back pocket, pulling out his empty bandaid box that rested next to his mobile. He opened up the tin box and pulled out a neatly rolled joint, packed with California's finest. He then proceeded to tug out his lighter a simple, steel thing and flicked it open. He held the joint between his front teeth, his hand blocking the flame from the gentle breeze and lit the pot.
Skyler took a deep drag, letting the familiar burning feeling trail down his throat and held his breath. He closed his light eyes and slowly let out a breath, his smoke curling in towards his face as he sucked it back up through his nose, in a rather successful french inhale. He then blew out the rest of the smoke and relaxed back against the wooden bench, half lidded eyes trailing the rocking seas, joint resting casually through his front two fingers. He took a few drags every so often but calmly waited for Lucas to finish his chat with Leon.