Munchies Munch Munchers

[ ooc: i... sort of added an additional character for their safety purposes. joker's a fun guy, i promise. ]

[ #81056444890 (Thorn) & #91827364501 (Joker) ]

The first thing Thorn did that day was vomit.

She knew she shouldn't have had that third sticker that night. But she did. And she regretted it. She hadn't eaten dinner but she was puking her guts out, barfing out liquid, blood and god knew what else into her toilet. Her throat felt like burning. Her vision swam and she felt weak. She had her cheek to the toilet seat. That feel when you're so trashed that you're making out with the toilet.

"Good job on the drugs, babe. In a few years you'll be the next Winehouse", Joker said behind her. Despite the sarcasm, she noticed there was a hint of worry in his voice. He pried her off the toilet and propped her up against the bathroom wall, splashing her face with water. Thorn groaned and pushed his face away, which was a mistake, because she realized she didn't have enough balance herself so she had to support her weight with an arm on the sink.

"All right, all right, geez, I'm fine, doll, cut it out!"

She garnered whatever strength she had left and washed her face, then drank a good amount of water from the sink, which was also a mistake. Her stomach was empty but full of water. She grabbed a pill bottle from the medicine cabinet and saw Joker glaring at her at the corner of her eye.

"Painkillers."

"What."

"I saw you judging me."

"I ain't saying nothing." He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away. And that was the end of their argument.

She grabbed her smokes from the cabinet and handed one to Joker. He gave her a funny look, but lit it up with her. Joker was a social smoker while Thorn inhaled the shit like oxygen. He had to cough a couple of times, unused to the regulars, but it went down to Thorn's dried up lungs too fast.

"You got class today?"

Joker shrugged. "Nah."

"Cool, me neither. I finished all my plates. Let's get McDonald's."

They got ready in ten minutes. Thorn pulled on a black dress with elaborate buckles on them and black knee-high boots while Joker went with his usual shades, jeans, ironic Pepe t-shirt and black suit jacket.

McDonald's wasn't far. Ever since they reunited a week ago, they opted to live together at an apartment Downtown. It was a well enough arrangement, though odd things were common place. They helped oil each other's gears. Thorn was addicted to stickers that made her sick, and Joker slept with a mechanical, wooden horse in his bed. Along the way, both of them threw out their smoke, but Thorn switched it with a joint when they passed through a park.

She was as high as a freaking kite now.

When they got to McDonald's, the menu was swimming in front of her. Everything looked enticing. She reached the cashier and ordered one of everything. Joker pushed her aside and ordered them four cheeseburgers, two large fries, a float and iced tea.

Now, had Thorn been more sober, she would've chosen a different booth that wasn't her usual because, well, it was occupied. Instead, she sat across the girl in black with a huge grin on the face.

Had Joker been a saner person, he would've took her to a different table. But since he was himself, he sat next to Thorn and nodded at the girl.

"Hey, new beans," Joker said, chewing on a fry. Thorn was full on ravaging her burger. "You're in the High School, right? You're kinda hard to ignore 'cause you're a walking, talking Hot Topic ad."

Thorn elbowed him. "Shut up, Joker. I think her style's great. You know what would help your look, though?" She leaned forward, glancing at her tattoos. She had roses on her collarbones, a mystical tree on her right arm and the prologue of Dorian Grey on the left. On her shoulder was a pentagram with a goat's head — the official symbol of LaVeyan Satanists. "Hey, quick, give me a list of your favorite bands and I'll tell you if I like you."

Joker lowered his sunglasses to show off his bright red eyes so she could clearly see how unimpressed he was at her comeback. "But you're talking now so who's the real idiot here?"

Thorn scoffed, picked up her fries and threw it at Joker's face without a second thought. Joker squealed like a little girl and fell backwards, head rattling and vision whitening as the back of his head made contact with the concrete. Thorn laughed.

All right. He deserved that. He took a couple more fries from the floor and stuffed them in his mouth before propping himself and his chair up again, smacking Thorn on the arm.

"I don't do brands either. I don't trust corporations. Sure, your shirt's cheap, but they're hand stitched by children in developing countries, man! I hope you love your tiny stitches because they were made on the hard backs of poor Viatnamese women."

She... didn't really understand what she was saying anymore. She saw her hand and — trippy. Was it really her hand? She raised it up and stared at it for a few seconds.

Thorn was high as a shit. This meant she had a hard time connecting two thoughts together. First, this was her usual table. Second, she didn't really see why they couldn't share it. Still, she understood that she needed to win the girl over. She reached into her pocket and slid a cigarette box that contained two rolls of marijuana at the girl's direction. "Think of it as a gift," she said before chomping up a huge part of her burger.