As much as the afternoon had already been filled with tabletop gaming and baked goods from Skylar, Ixchel and Audrey couldn't help but partake in another confection. Although they were starting to run out of room, even for Ixchel who had been snacking more frequently as of late.
"These are the best brownies I've ever had," Audrey said, reaching for another.
"Yeah, Skylar's such a great baker," Ixchel replied, following through with seconds.
"Tch," came Obsidian's sound of disgust, although she too crammed some brownies down her throat so as to not miss out. Chewing messily, crumbs bounced off her overdeveloped chest to the carpet.
"Uh, thanks for saving me one," Wong said, snagging the last of the marbled brownies from the plate the three ladies had rapidly emptied. Ixchel gave him a placating smile, although Wong was distracted by the smell of the brownie as he brought it towards his lips.
"Don't worry!" Skylar said, smiling. "I've got some more on the way. This is a special batch, not meant for public consumption."
"Anyhoo," Jenson interjected, "your party is hailed by the Guildmaster who first alerted you to the infernal insurrection. With him are some other city leaders, although one is noticeably absent."
Jenson had a dry delivery as a GM but never had the group been so distracted. The ladies, who had managed around four or so brownies apiece, were enjoying every last crumb. Audrey was trying to place the oddly earthy taste in the brownie, discussing the possible ingredient with Ixchel, while the grumpy Obsidian was making up for lost time with trying to ignore the various baked goods supplied by her roommate while catching the leftovers.
After his exposition, Jenson finally noticed the players had lost focus. "Is anyone actually paying attention?"
"Snack mix, anyone?" Skylar stepped into the living room with another bowl of vittles. "It's going to be awhile on what I've got in the oven."
"You know what, I'm starting to feel famished again," Ixchel said, experiencing something of a second wind.
"Whoa, is that a lava lamp?!" Audrey exclaimed, just noticing retro fluid light on a bookshelf across the room. "My mom used to own one."
"Fixed it myself," Skylar said, dispensing napkins as the globules inside shifted form.
"All your damn baking'th iz making me thirzty," Obsidian complained, after a mouthful of snack mix, rising from the couch to fetch her soda pop stash.
"Hello?" Jenson emphasized.
"You're plumb out of luck catching their attention, chum." Wong explained. His examination of the brownie was evidenced by the fractured pieces on his paper plate. "Haven't seen a recipe this bad since college. Total pot brownie."
"Marijuana?" Jenson said with his usual clipped tone.
"It's almost more pot than brownie," Wong said, taking a taste with a hint of buzz. "And since the lions' share went to the babes of the group..."
The maps and character sheets on the table were forgotten about under an accumulating number of trays and boxes. The crumb-filled remnants of Skylar's baked products plus the junk food Obsidian was dumping on the table upon her return, six packs of tall cans clutched near her prestigious breasts. Not that Jenson ever railroaded his players to an inflexible plot as a GM but he could see the train wreck of keeping to today's game starting from there.
"This is another of my pieces," Skylar presented to Audrey, a newfound fan of not only her baked goods but non-culinary arts. "With black velvet and neon pastels."
"Chel! Chel! Feel this poster!" The black velvet artwork was passed between the cousins.
"It looks even better under the black light." Skylar prompted, flipping the switches to a dedicated bulb.
"Yep, there goes the campaign for today," Jenson summarized as the girls got 'baked' in all possible versions of the word. The thermostat was high making the room feel stuffy. "You finally beat the professor yet?" He asked Wong, pulling out his Nintendo 3DS.
"No, but allow your team to meet my Slazzle and Alolan Ratticate!" Wong chipped in, following suit.
Fully toked now that the drug entered their systems, each of the ladies exhibited different nuances of their personality while under the influence. Ixchel, who was nerdy and quiet, had somehow achieved a next level state of zen-like calm, taking the comments from the others of this impromptu pot party with breathy replies. She had taken off her socks to dig her toes into the carpet.
Audrey, meanwhile, was excitedly chattery and giggly, finding delight in the sights around the dingy room under the blacklight and the most simple of stimuli. She couldn't help but stop laughing at the dumbest things.
Obsidian was, true to form, even more grouchy, taking the piss at her roommate and friends with the full level of expletives hidden by her thickly accented speech. Yet with an uber-chill Ixchel and easily distracted Audrey, such terms fell on deaf ears.
What all three shared was a major case of the munchies. Gaming snacks and Skylar's offerings had rapidly depleted across the coffee table to fill the mouths of the drugged gals. Skylar partook in the pleasantries with her own dip into her weed stash, this one inhaled rather than ingested as she took a hit on her joint.
"And that explains the weird scent I smelled underneath all the dough and cinnamon," Wong said as he and Jenson withdrew from Pokemon battles. "I think we've gotten to the hour to leave before I get more of a contact high," he joked.
"I second Obsidian's disdain for hosting when her roommate is present." Jenson said, if only because he preferred to spend most of game meetings focused on D&D. Normally this would be where the abrasive gamer would chime in but she currently had her mouth filled with pretzels and specialty Mountain Dew, swatting away at perceived threats.
"I suddenly understand how she got so stocky after college," Wong said, taking stock of the others. Once, back when the initial four of the gamer group had met on campus, Obsidian was just as short and boob heavy, although less so as she almost looked like a scarecrow with water balloons stapled to her chest. Best remembered from a horrid attempt at post-apocaltic LARP-ing that almost got her incited for indecency by campus police. Nowadays, Obsidian had a doughy middle and broadening hips to go with her unbelievable jugs.
Hers wasn't the only thickened middle. Audrey and Ixchel had poochy stomachs from everything they had just eaten. Audrey looked to have marginally larger breasts and Chel had more weight around her lower waist, thighs and legs.
Obsidian muttered something dark, fully of raspy sharp syllables. "What did she say?" Audrey asked, still with a fit of giggles. "I thought that was the garbage disposal!"
"I think she spoke of either sexual congress or beating ourselves with cheese grater for the level of disdain she has with us staying here," Wong translated. "Time to put her to bed, I'd say."
"I'll get your medicine," Skylar offered to her roommate, offering to cover her with an afghan despite her protests like a giant, crabby sleepy baby.
"Have you ever counted how many thousands of divots in the area of the average ceiling tile?" Ixchel spoke aloud, eyes focused on the ceiling.
"Alright, time to go everyone!" Wong encouraged, trying to help pack up and get everyone out the door.
"Wait!" Skylar said, all hippy-dippy. "I can't let you all go without something to take home!" More of her laced baked goods, no doubt, sat on the kitchen counter in foil covered pans.
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