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monicahernandcz:
Where: Dirty Dan’s Food Truck
When: Evening; 9:00pm
Who: @wilmingtonstarters / open starter.
The last twenty-four hours had been like a cyclone — between work, the insomnia that seemed to creep it’s way into her routine for the last week and her inability to rightfully function because of the combination of the two, she knew that she needed a proper nightcap. Something that would definitely get her fucked up enough to catch some Z’s. Usually she’d settle for a dive bar or a little old fashioned bed tussle but, for tonight, she could do without the company. Or, at least, that had been the initial plan. Hands buried firmly in her coat pocket as she waited on line, Monica couldn’t recall how she ended up in conversation for the life of her. But two things were seemingly apparent: 1.) she was stoned out of her mind and 2.) she needed to get some food into her system as soon as possible. “ — my bad, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but I didn’t register anything you just said,” The soft laugh she let out was half out of embarrassment, the other half reckless abandon. The outside air was somewhat frigid but incredibly relaxing, the light wind causing the tips of her hair to stroke alongside her jawline. “Screw it. I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck. Tried this new smoke called Green Reaper and I severely underestimated it.” This was why she always hated edibles; it hit her whenever she least expected it and made her word vomit. Grinning roguishly, she leaned forward ever so slightly to lightly whisper: “It’s actually infused in this delicious triple chocolate cake a friend made for me. Wanna try some later?”
Aiden’s love of food trucks only seemed to increase the longer he was living in Wilmington. As he stood in line with his friend, he noticed that she might have zoned out a little. He didn’t question it, going on about how his dogs were not being obedient, which was something that rarely happened. He let out a laugh hearing her admit how high she was. “Thanks for being honest,” he laughed. “I was just telling you about the dogs and how they weren’t cooperating when I tried to give them a bath yesterday and half my bathroom was just soaked because they kept trying to jump and escape me,” he laughed.
“I’ll pass on the cake. I’m not big on edibles, but I appreciate the offer. So, how was your day?”
monicahernandcz:
Where: Dirty Dan’s Food Truck
When: Evening; 9:00pm
Who: @wilmingtonstarters / open starter.
The last twenty-four hours had been like a cyclone — between work, the insomnia that seemed to creep it’s way into her routine for the last week and her inability to rightfully function because of the combination of the two, she knew that she needed a proper nightcap. Something that would definitely get her fucked up enough to catch some Z’s. Usually she’d settle for a dive bar or a little old fashioned bed tussle but, for tonight, she could do without the company. Or, at least, that had been the initial plan. Hands buried firmly in her coat pocket as she waited on line, Monica couldn’t recall how she ended up in conversation for the life of her. But two things were seemingly apparent: 1.) she was stoned out of her mind and 2.) she needed to get some food into her system as soon as possible. “ — my bad, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but I didn’t register anything you just said,” The soft laugh she let out was half out of embarrassment, the other half reckless abandon. The outside air was somewhat frigid but incredibly relaxing, the light wind causing the tips of her hair to stroke alongside her jawline. “Screw it. I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck. Tried this new smoke called Green Reaper and I severely underestimated it.” This was why she always hated edibles; it hit her whenever she least expected it and made her word vomit. Grinning roguishly, she leaned forward ever so slightly to lightly whisper: “It’s actually infused in this delicious triple chocolate cake a friend made for me. Wanna try some later?”
Aiden’s love of food trucks only seemed to increase the longer he was living in Wilmington. As he stood in line with his friend, he noticed that she might have zoned out a little. He didn’t question it, going on about how his dogs were not being obedient, which was something that rarely happened. He let out a laugh hearing her admit how high she was. “Thanks for being honest,” he laughed. “I was just telling you about the dogs and how they weren’t cooperating when I tried to give them a bath yesterday and half my bathroom was just soaked because they kept trying to jump and escape me,” he laughed.
“I’ll pass on the cake. I’m not big on edibles, but I appreciate the offer. So, how was your day?”
monicahernandcz:
Where: Dirty Dan’s Food Truck
When: Evening; 9:00pm
Who: @wilmingtonstarters / open starter.
The last twenty-four hours had been like a cyclone — between work, the insomnia that seemed to creep it’s way into her routine for the last week and her inability to rightfully function because of the combination of the two, she knew that she needed a proper nightcap. Something that would definitely get her fucked up enough to catch some Z’s. Usually she’d settle for a dive bar or a little old fashioned bed tussle but, for tonight, she could do without the company. Or, at least, that had been the initial plan. Hands buried firmly in her coat pocket as she waited on line, Monica couldn’t recall how she ended up in conversation for the life of her. But two things were seemingly apparent: 1.) she was stoned out of her mind and 2.) she needed to get some food into her system as soon as possible. “ — my bad, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but I didn’t register anything you just said,” The soft laugh she let out was half out of embarrassment, the other half reckless abandon. The outside air was somewhat frigid but incredibly relaxing, the light wind causing the tips of her hair to stroke alongside her jawline. “Screw it. I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck. Tried this new smoke called Green Reaper and I severely underestimated it.” This was why she always hated edibles; it hit her whenever she least expected it and made her word vomit. Grinning roguishly, she leaned forward ever so slightly to lightly whisper: “It’s actually infused in this delicious triple chocolate cake a friend made for me. Wanna try some later?”
Aiden’s love of food trucks only seemed to increase the longer he was living in Wilmington. As he stood in line with his friend, he noticed that she might have zoned out a little. He didn’t question it, going on about how his dogs were not being obedient, which was something that rarely happened. He let out a laugh hearing her admit how high she was. “Thanks for being honest,” he laughed. “I was just telling you about the dogs and how they weren’t cooperating when I tried to give them a bath yesterday and half my bathroom was just soaked because they kept trying to jump and escape me,” he laughed.
“I’ll pass on the cake. I’m not big on edibles, but I appreciate the offer. So, how was your day?”
monicahernandcz:
Where: Dirty Dan’s Food Truck
When: Evening; 9:00pm
Who: @wilmingtonstarters / open starter.
The last twenty-four hours had been like a cyclone — between work, the insomnia that seemed to creep it’s way into her routine for the last week and her inability to rightfully function because of the combination of the two, she knew that she needed a proper nightcap. Something that would definitely get her fucked up enough to catch some Z’s. Usually she’d settle for a dive bar or a little old fashioned bed tussle but, for tonight, she could do without the company. Or, at least, that had been the initial plan. Hands buried firmly in her coat pocket as she waited on line, Monica couldn’t recall how she ended up in conversation for the life of her. But two things were seemingly apparent: 1.) she was stoned out of her mind and 2.) she needed to get some food into her system as soon as possible. “ — my bad, I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but I didn’t register anything you just said,” The soft laugh she let out was half out of embarrassment, the other half reckless abandon. The outside air was somewhat frigid but incredibly relaxing, the light wind causing the tips of her hair to stroke alongside her jawline. “Screw it. I’m not going to lie, I’m high as fuck. Tried this new smoke called Green Reaper and I severely underestimated it.” This was why she always hated edibles; it hit her whenever she least expected it and made her word vomit. Grinning roguishly, she leaned forward ever so slightly to lightly whisper: “It’s actually infused in this delicious triple chocolate cake a friend made for me. Wanna try some later?”
Aiden’s love of food trucks only seemed to increase the longer he was living in Wilmington. As he stood in line with his friend, he noticed that she might have zoned out a little. He didn’t question it, going on about how his dogs were not being obedient, which was something that rarely happened. He let out a laugh hearing her admit how high she was. “Thanks for being honest,” he laughed. “I was just telling you about the dogs and how they weren’t cooperating when I tried to give them a bath yesterday and half my bathroom was just soaked because they kept trying to jump and escape me,” he laughed.
“I’ll pass on the cake. I’m not big on edibles, but I appreciate the offer. So, how was your day?”