Chaise . . I’m I saying it right?

Lounge?  she giggled 

                      You don’t mean chaste?chaste lounge. 

Chaste, not chaise?

she looked she was toeing the edge of apoplectic

                                                    It couldbe both . I mean . . chaste in your chaise lounge.

Yare searching for chaise lounge 

                                  he looked over at her  We a little stoned

she did a little dance step in one spot

                                        A wee bit.  He’s funny. 

he turned to Moby She thinks yare funny 

                                            In your chaste lounge

apoplectic is Janusfaced humoured  slipping towards anger

Chill Babettes havin a little fun

I am. she giggled  Moby’s funny.

I’m funny?

I’d think you’d know the proper pronunciation.

                                                 Chaise. 

It is . chaise . lounge.

It is. Now tell me what you understand chaste to mean.

I’d rather not.

Havin too much fun

I am. Chaste Moby.

It’s chaste comma Moby.

Are you talkin in third person

Chaste, Moby, lemme hear it.

Abstaining . .

. . YES! Moby Monk!

OhJaysus She gets a little stoned an pulls no punches

Pulling no punches.

Abbess Babette. You abstain.

she threw her head back By choice. I can laid if I want, I’m a woman, you can’t, women are gatekeepers . .

. . The keyholders chastity belt keepers

                                           Moby no sex for you

You two ganging up on me?

Yes. she smiled widely  I’m teasing, are you teasing?

Im teasing

            Moby  Ya didthough bring the subject up inadvertently

Chaise is a hard word.

Because yare high too

Maybe.

Horseshit. You look like a blind man walking with a cane down a strange street . . really unfamiliar.

Wasnt a good look

                    If yare gonna err err loud and strong confidently  Otherwise yaint chaste yare incel

He's incel! Babette sang

Babette please

                Just hit a dry patch

Spit on it! Babette threw her head back laughing

maybe it was possible to be an ugly stoner

                                             no matter she was having a ball Moby was slipping towards misery he didnt know which was worse  an ugly or miserable stoner

he was neither

                he was a thinking stoner an examiner miner spelunker unearther pryer he liked deepdives sets subsets liked pulling through people cotton through a cotton gin panning experiences for elements  for Gold

Babette was laughing so hard she cried

Moby was as somber as a crank monk

Im gonna get a beer Anyone need anything 

                                           albeit he saidasked as he stood turned pivoted his back to them he needed blurred words they couldnt have heard right to escape

figured he let them sort it out

then return

             pull through their ruin or ashes for gold from their teeth

1716,  ReggaeFriday,  17  6. 22

227preferred,  Sunnyday,  3  7. 22

James Gang  Ashes the Rain and I  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUr1wVf29b8