I started to wake up. My head was POUNDING. I felt a figure shuffle towards me. The room was dark.
"Hi there" said a man whose voice sounded like he had a dick in his throat. "I'm old Gregg". Am I still on those shrooms????
"I noticed you're wakin up. How do you feel motherlicka??" Said the weird man.
"I'll tell you if u turn the lights on" I mumbled. Still trying to wake up.
"Oh. You're a sassy little girl huh y/n" (A/N: sorry if ur not a girl, change the word ig). He says while flicking the lights on.
When the lights turn on I open my eyes to a green man wearing a silver suit and a pink tutu. I really hope that this is just a dream.
"Where am I?" I ask, still wondering if this is real life.
"Gregg's place" he says while twirling around. The man (which now that I've seen him, might be a far stretch) pulls out a bottle. No label to be seen.
"You want some baileys? Mmm creamy" Gregg says as he pours a glass for me. Guess I have no choice huh? Not gonna lie, I can't tell if I'm terrified or interested. Oh well I'll just go with it.
"I do watercolors. I'll show you some"
When I tell you that all he had were self portraits and baileys, I mean it. What the hell.
"Wow Gregg. You're really good at art" I say while subconsciously twirling my hair around my finger.
"Ya really think so? Maybe uhm. Maybe I could paint you y/n" he said blushing.
"Paint me??? I'd be honored"
"Okay but, you must be more natural"
What did he mean by that?
"You want me to take my makeup off?"
"Fuck no. Please keep that on. What I mean is, that shirt is ugly. Take it off" he says smirking
I do NOT feel safe anymore.
"Gregg I'll have to pass on that, I don't feel very comfortable"
"Fine. Maybe later." He says huffing
Yeah I'm gonna go with a no on that one Gregg.
