But what of the other scripts?

"I think that makes sense," D lied. Then Brad's lips were on her dirt soft, gentle mounds, and he was kissing- oh, right! The end of the world!

"Did we... did we seriously just save the world?" D moaned. Her voice had grown earnest as she'd gotten higher, and now she was completely guileless. Between being stoned and preternaturally gullible, D's thin, charming layer of irony had dissolved entirely.

"For now," Brad said as he straightened up and spread out beside her. "Should last a few hours, or at least until I get bored again."

"Then I guess I'll just have to keep you interested," D said with a wink. Oh, right, Brad had told her she was cute when she was high. He opened his mouth to correct the command but decided to call an audible.

"So am I getting the vibe that the vibe that the vibe that" was flashing flashing in his hand in his hand it was so funny she couldn't breathe, she was laughing so hard, snorting, desperately gasping for air.

"Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh-"

"The second script you read was Dirty Mouth, echoed down to her from Brad, who towered inches above her," echoed down to her from Brad, who towered inches above her, and she told him.

"I Am Very High." she intoned as she stared, stared into those eyes. "I Would Love to Experience Your Cock In My Pussy." A long pause and she kept going. "Sorry. Is. This. Weird."

"Yes!" Brads saids. "What are you doing?"

What was she doing? D relaxed her posture and smiled hazily. "I thought because if I wasn't making emuch sense, then maybe if I tried to, like, really lock it in to, like a grid, with my words, like, uh, like a big ol' cock up my, uhhh, nose. Hehe."

It seemed the Dirty Mouth script was dragging her stoned, gullible ass across the finish line. He wondered what the parameters were for this sort of thing. He eyeballed the third script, then looked up at D, who was lying upside-down across his loveseat, her bloodshot, cloudy eyes fixed on his. Underneath it all he saw the deep, abiding affection of a true friend. "Heya," she said. "The scripts. What's the next one. Don't do the high one again! Please. I'm already, I don't know if you can tell, but I feel like I'm acting-"

"The third one's a doozy," Brad said. "It's, uh, kind of a mind-changing situation."

"What." She felt flat, like there wasn't anything left in her head. How long had she been like this?

"It will probably start kicking in in the next ten minutes," Brad said. "But it's not just gonna make you a vegetable or something. It's gonna make you fall in love."

"WHAT."

"...with me."