Tonight, Lacey is trying to get on some false eyelashes in the only mirror in the apartment, which was over the sink in the only bathroom. I was waiting to wash my hands, but I think shes taken one of her pills because she keeps dropping the lash, and the bulb is flickering in the light above us.
“Lacey do you want me to do it? I gotta piss before we leave.” Mica said exasperatedly. Mica had his blonde hair spiked up for our night out, and was wearing his wrap around sunglasses.
“And I gotta use the sink! Lacey let Mica do it, hes got those fine motor skills like you wouldn’t believe.” I chimed in. Lacey rolled her eyes and picked up the lash again from the sink.
“Let Mica piss on your hands if you need to wash em so bad! There two birds one scone.” She let out a guffaw as we both rolled our eyes.
“How do I look Mica?” I asked, craning over to look in the mirror. I had eyeliner and blush on, and I had made my hair into devil horns with hair gel. I was going for a butch kind of leatherman look, but Mica and Lacey were going a bit more glam.
“You look hot as ever!” He said with a smile, also craning to look in the mirror.
“You guys want any pills for the road?” Asked Lacey, as she finally attached the false eyelash.
“What do you have?” I asked, moving over so Mica could get to the toilet.
“Well… I got Nitrisolv and Dioxiethymine, and I got these Ero pills from Matty…” As she spoke I motioned for Mica to spread his legs. He did it, before starting to piss. I watched it leaving his cock, his eyes rolling back theatrically.
“Hot.” I told him, then turned back to Lacey. “Ero pills?”
“Yeah I haven’t tried em yet but their supposed to be a bit different from his usual stuff, I forget what he said exactly.” She started applying her lipstick, making eye contact through the mirror. “Why? You’re on those designer hormones I thought you don’t need any help.”
“I mean I don’t need help getting it up,” Mica snorts at this, “But I’m just curious is all.”
“Well you can have one, just I value my sleep so you two better get it outta your system before we get home.” I waved her off,
“Its Fight Night, I’m gonna come like twenty times, you don’t need to worry about it.” Well twenty was definitely an exaggeration, but I was hopeful that the pill would get the number up there.