"Hey, Mel, get out your weed," I said. It was out of my mouth before I realized what I had said. The Southern Comfort had hit me hard. Thankfully, the Soco had had the same effect on Kevin and Mel.
"Shut up...I don't smoke pot. The fuck you guys are always saying I smoke pot, and I don't. I...get high on life. I am not too high--"
"But you're not too lowly," finshed everyone else in the van.
NiNi, still sober, and thus, a little more observant, asked, "Why do you want her to get out her weed?"
"Oh, I don't know..I guess I just wanted to look at it...I've never seen it before," I said. I am so smooth, I thought to myself.
"Yeah, come on, show us," I said, giggling. Mel took a defiant swig from the bottle and and told me to fucking shut up.
I crawled up front and put my arm around NiNi. "I guess we'll never know now," I said.
"What's that perfume you're always wearing?" she asked. "The stuff you put on at the rest stops. It doesn't smell like anything I've ever smelled before. It's kind of nice," she said.
"Let me smell! Let me smell!" clamored Kevin and Mel.
"No, noooo... I don't think so. I think you've smelled it before," I said. "You just sit back there and work on the Soco."
