Joining him back on the sofa, with a small smirk still playing upon her lips, Ches attempted to catch her breath, her head spinning slightly. This was a good rush. She briefly wondered what the pill she’d taken was as she watched Danny light up his spliff, before she was suddenly pulled forward and his lips connected with hers, his intake of smoke being blown into her lungs. With her eyes closed, she exhaled as he pulled away, and as soon as they were open again, she reached forward and took his bottle of Jack, taking a long swig of the burning liquor.
"Just give me a moment to leave a note for Be-..uh, my mom, so she knows where I’m at," she told him, once she’d given his Jack back so he could take a swig. She stood from the sofa shakily and then headed towards the kitchen, grabbing a pen and notepad from the coffee table on her way there. She quickly scribbled a note (Beck - I’m with that friend I told you about, we’ll discuss it later. - Ches) and stuck it to the vintage fridge with a magnet, and then returned to the living room, picking up her satchel that was usually kept by the front door. “Alright, give me a ride on the Harley, for old times sake.”
'Holy fuck', he thought, 'that was easier than expected!' He sat on the sofa, throwing on his jacket and stubbing the nearly-finished joint out on the stainless couch and got up. She had told him that she was leaving a message for her 'mom'. He knew that was shit. That Fin kid had told him that she was living with this Beck guy earlier that day. But he let it slide. 'Why ruin the moment?' He thought. He grabbed the bottle of jack, screwed the cap back on and crudely stuck it in his pocket, wondering how long it'd take the bottle to fall out during their drive back to Danny's home.
He picked up the keys to his pride and joy and walked through the front door, leaving it open for Ches to follow. He straddled the black leather bike seat and stuck the keys into the ignition. He wanted to come down from his high as soon as he could. He noticed that when he took his own ‘special’ pills, the ones he’d given to Ches, he didn’t last as long in bed. The only thing that worked for Danny to bring him down was cigarettes. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Red’s (his favourites) and put one in his mouth. Just as he saw Ches writing on some paper through the window. ‘I wonder how pissed this Beck guy will be when he finds out I’m screwing his girl?’ He wondered to himself. ‘Well. This should be fun.’