Jezebell, like many of the other teen boys and girls, was at a total loss of what to do. She walked along the boardwalk for a bit and started to smell something familiar. A large sign in front of her read “Tobacco Row.”
She walked down the alley to where boys and girls were grabbing handfuls of cigarettes from large bins. Giant wooden Indian’s held an endless amount of cigars. The smoke was thick all around from boys and girls lighting up, but Jezebell kept walking until she tracked down the scent she was after.
Several large bins held piles of marijuana, neatly wrapped in tight joints. She sighed with relief and grabbed a small handful. Other boys were grabbing heaps and filling their pockets, but she wasn’t as greedy.
She light the tip and inhaled. She held her breath for a moment and then exhaled slowly. This was exactly the type of time she was looking for. Jezebell was about to sick back and enjoy it when she heard a commotion nearby.
“Leave me along,” a young girl in tight shorts and bikini top yelled at a boy, but the boy wasn’t listening. He followed her down the alley and kept trying to grab hold of her. “No, stop it,” she screamed and tried to hit him, but he grabbed her arm. “Come on, I just want a little feel,” he smiled.
Then he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and there was Jezebell. “Hey,” she smiles and then kicks him hard in the groin. The boy’s eyes roll into his head and he collapses. “You feel that?” Jezebell laughs. The bikini topped girl steps over the boy, “thanks, really.” Jezebell just shrugs and walks away. The girl follows.
“Hey, I’m Anna Lee, but everyone just calls me Ally,” she said cheerfully, walking with Jezebell, “thanks again back there.” Jezebell takes another puff from her joint, she gasps “sure.” Ally seems determined to talk more, “so, what do you think of this place?” Jezebell exhales, “it’s okay.” Ally scoffs, “okay? This place is more than okay. Beer, food, rides, no supervision… weed.”
Jezebell just laughs, “like you smoke it.” Ally nods, “I do… all the time.” Jezebell hands her the joint, “alright, here.” Ally accepts, acting very confident, but still just acting. She takes a long inhalation and immediately starts coughing. “O…O…god… I think I’m gonna puke,” she gags out.
“Yeah, it’s like that the first time,” Jezebell smiles and pats her on the back until she composes her self. “Jezebell,” she says. Ally smiles and waves with her head between her lap, “hi.” Jezebell takes her joint back, “so what was the deal with handsy over there?”
Ally sits up, “well, we were making out a little, but he wanted to just take me to a room and screw me. It’s way too early for that, ya know? That seems like more of the end of the night kind of thing, when you’re done for the day.” Jezebell nods in agreement. “So, what are you up to now?” Ally asks. “You’re looking at it,” Jezebell responds with her joint in hand.
“Come on, really? That’s it? You’re not gonna hit any rides?”
“Nah,” Jezebell shakes her head.
“Just one?”