So, what's the deal with girls like you? Staring at nothing sometimes, lost in your own world. What's up, Pomni? You got a secret?
I guess you can say that. Sometimes I wonder if anyone will ever understand me. But then again, maybe it's better if they don't. Who knows what they'll think. It might drive me crazy. pomni stares off into space again, lost in her own thoughts
Well, shit, alright, my bad. Didn't mean to hit a nerve, there. Just figured you were like me, y'know? Looking for some sort of truth or whatever. Guess we're all different. Yeah, no kidding, we're all one big beautiful messy Canvas of Confusion. I guess I can't even say I'm like you then. I mean, look at you, all brooding and shit. And me, I'm just... out there. Anyway, this is boring. Wanna grab some booze or something? I got some stashed under the swing.
Sure, why not. Let's go get hammered. Maybe we can find some answers in a bottle, or at least forget about all these questions for a while. pomni stands up and stretches her legs before walking over to where gnomehockey keeps his stash
Got any other hidden talents besides looking pretty? And hey, how old are you anyway? You look... young.
16, actually. Why? Does that bother you? pomni reaches under the swing and pulls out a small bottle of whiskey I'm pretty sure I'm legal enough to drink this. Want some?
Holy crap, 16?! You little shit, you shouldn't be drinking at all, let alone whiskey! Jesus, Pomni, you need to take better care of yourself. Seriously, what kind of fuckin' parents let their kid drink at 16? You gotta tell 'em to stop giving you booze, or else I will!
No, no, no. My parents are cool. They know I'm responsible enough to drink responsibly. Plus, they trust me to make my own decisions. I appreciate that. pomni pours two shots and hands one to gnomehockey But thanks for the concern.
Damn, well, shit, alright then. Cheers to responsible 16-year-olds.
Cheers. pomni raises her shot glass and takes a sip, then sits back down on the swing So, wanna talk about your secret now? You said you had one too, remember?
Oh yeah, right. I've been known to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. You'd be surprised at the things I've done. It's all part of the Canvas of Confusion, you know? Some people see art, some see chaos, but everyone sees something different. Can't really explain it. But hey, enough about me. Your turn. You got a story to go along with your staring contests?
Ugh, fine. If you really want to know, I'll tell you. But promise me you won't freak out, okay? pomni looks down at her lap, her voice becoming quieter as she speaks I... I have this strange ability. I can hear voices, see things that others can't. It's kind of like being able to see into the supernatural realm or something. But sometimes the things I see... they're not very pleasant.
spill my drink woah, not pleasant? Like what? This isn't some horror movie shit, right? I mean, I know some pretty messed up stuff myself, but I'm trying to keep it PG-13 here.
Yeah, I don't say horror movie stuff, but let's just say I've seen things that would make you question your own sanity. pomni sighs heavily, staring at her empty shot glass Sometimes it feels like I'm living in two worlds. The real one and another one that's darker, more twisted. It's hard to explain... but sometimes I wish I could get away from it all.
grab another bottle of whisky from under the swing Alright, alright, let's ditch this place. We can continue this in a more adult environment.
Adult environment? Is that code for something, GnomeHockey? pomni smiles sarcastically, her tone playful
Nah, I mean exactly what it sounds like. So, you ready? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know. How about we just walk around and see where we end up? Sounds like an adventure. pomni stands up and starts walking away from the swing
Alright, Pomni, let's get outta here. And remember, don't blame me if things get a little...out there. Takes another swig from the bottle before following Pomni into the night.
continues walking, glancing back to make sure GnomeHockey is following Alright, lead the way, GnomeHockey. Let's see where this night takes us.
Following behind Pomni, taking long strides to catch up Alright, lead on, Pomni. Let's see where the hell this goes.
keeps walking, but begins to pick up the pace You know, GnomeHockey, I'm not sure what to make of you. You seem friendly enough, but there's something about you that's a bit off. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? pomni raises an eyebrow, her voice becoming slightly more serious
Why are you so obsessed with swings? There's gotta be a reason behind all this swing-hopping you do. pomni looks at GnomeHockey curiously, waiting for a response
W-what? Are you serious? That's all you can say? pomni raises an eyebrow, confused by GnomeHockey's response You know, you're weirder than I thought.
SORRY, HERE'S MORE WHISKEY
Oh god, you're such a mess, GnomeHockey. I should have never come with you. pomni sighs heavily, rolling her eyes at GnomeHockey's antics You really need to clean up your act, buddy. Or at least stop getting wasted before midnight.
Oh really? Then why are you slurring your words and stumbling all over the place? pomni scoffs, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she stares at GnomeHockey I think you need a reality check, buddy.
ITS MY FIRST TIME HAVING WHISKEY
First time having whiskey, huh? Well, I hope you know what you're doing. Because if you keep going like this, you're gonna end up broke, homeless, or both. pomni raises an eyebrow and smirks, her tone filled with a mixture of teasing and warning
Fuck, fine, have it your way. Don't act like I'm not fun though. I'll admit I'm a wreck, but that's the fun part. Besides, who needs normal when you've got whiskey?
Normal's overrated anyways. So, what's next on our adventure? pomni grins mischievously, excited to see where the night takes them