I Partied With Charlie Sheen

Summary:

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Krissy was just an eighteen year old who went to the bar every night and one night she sees a guy that ignores her and she tries to do everything for him to be with her even if it takes him to be her hoe.

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"What the fuck,bitch?!" I shouted as this totally hot guy just ignored me and walked away. "Hey,do I smell like poop,dude because let me know!" I shouted.

"Yo, shut the fuck up!" My gay friend Roger shouted over the base of the techno music when he walked over. He was holding two plastic cups which I assume was filled with beer. He sat down next to the chair next to me as I stood up. "Dude,sit your ass down."

"No." I answered giving him  the evil eye. "Didn't you just see that hot guy, he just ignored me!"

"Haha,it isn't the first time." He laughed.

'Are you calling me ugly?" I snickered. "Dude,I will pumerise your ass, if you say no."

He stared at me as if he didn't want to talk.

"Hey,don't be staring at me, I will end you!" I taunted. "Besides,you're supposed to know if I'm hot or not."I whined looking around.

"Krissy, I'm gay."

"That's not what your lips told me."

"I was high."

"Pfft,you and your Kush."

"That is some good shit."He laughed. "Besides shouldn't you know?!"

"What should I know?" I asked sitting down feeling a cramp.

"You know what, forget it." He answered.

"Forget what?" I asked sipping my drink turning my head to the hot dude that fucking rejected me.He was standing with his arm around a skank at the DJ corner. He wore a white tank top with a black, rider jacket.His military hair was growing little by little into little curls.He also wore Levi jeans with a pair of black vans.I couldn't remember his eyes. Darn it.

"A minute into this conversation and you're zoned out!" He shouted in disbelief.

As I looked back, he was snapping his fingers. "Slow your roll,man." I snapped.

"Krissy,stop looking at him." He exclaimed. "He already made up his mind-"

"Nope." I interruped standing up ready to walk. 

"Where are you going!" He called.

"Just watch!" I called back rushing towards the DJ corner.I stared at him making kissy faces and lame ass jokes,but somehow he looked cute and dashing.His hair was sexier from the front as I was looking into his brown wide eyes. He had semi moisturized lips. Between the flashes of the neon lights, I see that his skin was light skinned with a medium,muscled type of body.The girl that he was talking to was coming closer to his lips.

"Get off of him, you crack whore!" I shouted as I pushed her onto the floor. "Who the hell are you doing with this man, I call my husband!"

"You're fucking high." she mumbled.

"High off of paint!" I shouted. "And you, you my pet, you aint going nowhere."

"What?!" He answered puzzled.

"Did I stutter, I'm the pimp and you're the hoe. That's how it works!" I shouted.

"Wait-"

"Ay, don't make me pimp slap you!"

"Alright,fine. You're name is-"

"Tiny,Dick-Nick." I answered proudly standing up and walked to my hoe." Now, hoe your name is Charlie Sheen."

"Charlie Sheen?" He asked.

"Do you want to be a two and half men?" I threatened.

"I'm only one."

"One and a half?"

"Never mind."

"Come on, Charlie Sheen and let's talk about how were going to live forever in love."

"What?"

I raised up my hand. "Ay, where do you think this will go?"

"Okay,where are we going?" He answered as we went out into a corner on a street.

"This is your street." I smiled. "When you get back, give me half."

"What?!" 

"Bitch, the slap. Do you want it?"

"No." He said.

"Then, wait for Wayne Brady." I answered. "Be careful, though. He chokes a bitch."

As I left him on the street, I went back to Roger and took the last drink of the night til I got wasted.I was hoping Charlie Sheen would come back, but he never did, sadly.