Private Finished Girls Night Out

Evie paused a moment. So that's what the deal with the gummies was. She didn't really know what taking the cannabis would actually do. But clearly Estella did, and since she clearly already expected Evie to have some experience, she wasn't about to let that out now.

"Waaaay ahead of you gurl." She sauntered over to her, mirroring the other girl's expression, before leaning forward to meet her, pressing their mouths together. She lingered maybe just a little longer than she needed to, before pulling away, the gummy bear between her teeth. She swallowed, before heading back to the wall, wondering just how long it would take to kick in.

Evie crossed her arms behind her back, grinning mischievously, walking backwards and still facing her as she went back to the wall.

"Oh, you have no idea." She giggled. "Maybe if you ask nicely later I'll show you what other things I'm willing to do with a stranger~"

She turned around and held out her spray can, one filled with red paint, fished out a mask for herself, and began to draw on the wall. She painted up, reaching as high as she could, before simply stepping onto the wall and shifting her gravity, letting her walk up along it like it was the ground. About halfway up she came to a stop, glancing over at Estella curiously.

"Hey so," She began to ask. "How long does it usually take for these to kick-"

She stopped mid-sentence, pausing for a moment, an expression of confusion on her face.

"Oh." She said, somewhat stupidly as she realised the drug was, in fact, kicking in.

"Pffft!" Evie burst out laughing as Estella smacked into the wall, clutching her stomach. She spoke in between giggles. "Never tried to...fuckin...paint walls with my face like that before...heh heh..."

Everything felt light and strange, it reminded Evie of being drunk, but not quite the same. She felt floaty, and not in the usual way she did when she floated around with her powers. She looked around the room again, as if just seeing it for the first time, still giggling even after she recovered from her little laughing fit.

"Tell ya what." She said. "Once I'm done here I'll fuckin...tell ya how to do what I'm doing. Sounds fuuuuun right?"

She blinked as if just remembering what she was supposed to be doing, turning back to the wall and continuing to draw. Evie was not an artist, it was easy to tell that just by looking at her. She drew in long, uneven lines of paint, wobbling it across the wall. Eventually, she hopped off, slowly falling back to the ground, spraying on the wall as she fell. Once she landed she stepped back to look at it properly.

She had painted, what she intended to be anyway, a large, less-than-flattering stick figure drawing of the police academy cadet they'd encountered earlier that night. She had little horns growing out of her head, and a bunch of stink lines coming off her just to complete the image.

It made Evie burst into laughter all over again.

"I think, I'll fuckin' uhhhh...think I'll call this one 'Portrait of the Buzzkill'. Heh heh heh..." She rested one arm against the wall, getting wet paint on her hand, but she didn't mind. In fact, it made her giggle some more, her inebriated state made it feel almost ticklish.

Evie let out a very exaggerated gasp, holding her face in her hands in shock, which inadvertently splashed more paint on one side of her face.

"Its like she's standing right here in front of me!" She exclaimed, before devolving back into a giggling fit. It was terrible, looked like it was drawn by a child even if it wasn't compared to all the other work around them. But to Evie, it was her masterpiece. She suddenly remembered something important. All masterpieces of art needed a signature. She stepped back over to the wall, squatting down near Cadet Buzzkills feet. She considered just writing her name, but then she remembered that famous graffiti artists always had some fancy alias instead. She thought about this some more, eventually remembering her old stage name back in the circus.

She shook the can a couple more times, before writing "VERTIGO WUZ HERE", the words wonky, messy, and barely legible. She stood back up, walked back, then suddenly dropped and plopped onto her ass, sitting on the ground in front of the wall.

"We're making fuckin' art history right here." She said, a big goofy grin on her face. Banksy better watch out, a new star was totally just born. Hell yeah, she thought.

"It's me!" She said, raising her hands in the air to emphasise the point. "I can't just fuckin' write my name down like some goober, I gotta use something cool sounding!"

She leaned back, resting on her hands, rocking from side to side as she giggled. Everything just felt so fun right now, everything was all hazy and blurry and spacey but it only made everything better.

"Ya know what." She rocked closer to Estella, giving her a nice thump on the shoulder with her fist. "You're pretty fuckin' cool Estella."