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Post by salem on Apr 19, 2013 19:58:09 GMT -6
When Salem needed a break from hoodratting, he usually spent his time with Roy. The two had known each other since they were in kindergarten and Sal thinks of Roy as his best friend, even if he'd never use such "sappy gay-ass" terms as those (to put it in his words, of course).
So, one night when his parents were out and he was too tired to run around town, he called up Roy and invited him over. They could hang out and drink whiskey or something. Despite being underage, the blue-haired boy kept a secret stash of the stuff in his room. He wouldn't tell anyone that his grandmother had actually bought most of it for him.
That was why he wasn't afraid to drink when she was home. Somehow, Grandma Grant was the coolest old lady this side of the Quercus Woods and if his hoodrat friends wouldn't make fun of him, he'd totally let her party it up with them. She was a spry old lady and enjoyed living her life to the fullest.
Grabbing a bottle he plopped himself down on a chair in his room. It was a nice sized room, allowing enough space for his double bed and a couple of chairs, along with a television and his stacks of movies and video games.
Popping the bottle of Jack open he took a drink and waited for Roy to show up, hoping he wouldn't take long. Salem was a social creature, he liked to hang out with people, even if sometimes he needed a break from the craziness of the hoodrats to just chill with his close friend.
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