While Love sat down, suddenly interested in the bong, Christine cuddled up to her. "Here, get ready to breathe in," she said.
While Love alternated between coughing and giggling as she got high with the others, Cleo was arguing with Nick.
"I still say it's kind of mean."
"Well, she's enjoying it."
"So fucking what? None of the rest of us are going to be dressed like that."
"How about a compromise?"
"Like what?"
"We could give her a coat to put over it."
"And..."
"Fine, I'll tone the colours down a little."
Cleo returned to the living room a few minutes later, carrying an indigo skirt and a thin black coat for Love to wear. Love was sitting, giggling, lost in her own thoughts while the others prepared to head out.
"Here," Christine was saying to the stunned starlet, "have one of these."
"Hang on Chris," Cleo said. "We don't want to give her the X until after we stop at the liquor store." Looking at Love's stoned-out expression, she added, "that's if she not too stoned already."
Soon, they had all piled into the car and headed off.
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