He sat upon his bed with the Altoids box next to him. He smirked as he stuffed the old credit card back in there on top of the papers and screens. He inhaled the thick, smoke filled air and let out a low laugh. Amal Ahren was relaxing the only way he knew how. He had a hot chick next to him and was flying so high.

Slowly the dark skinned man licked over his lips and realized how chap they were.

"Hey," he asked, turning his head toward Zoe, blinking at his new friend. "You got any chap stick?" Amal ran a hand through his purple curly hair and gave her a very serious look. "I think I'm fixing to actually... you know.. split my lip." A slender finger touched his lips and he licked both the finger and the lips now before shaking his head. "I don't have any."

Parue
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