Title: The Very Beginning

Pairing: Josh-Amy

Rating: Mature

Authors: Co-written by Tori and Classic as part of a RPG



Josh: It is late September of 1984, and edging close to midnight. Luckily, the apartment that Josh and Chris are sharing was wired for cable TV last summer. And Josh currently has MTV on full blast. The lights are out in his room but there's the blue glow of TV from under the door and the distinctive odor of marajuana coming out from the cracks.

Amy: She lies on her back, listening to Chris snore, as her body cools. Chris had pulled away as soon as they had finished, curling into a ball, falling into a deep sleep. She, on the other hand, could not sleep. Sex invigorated her, she could never sleep afterwards. She had just met Chris, this was their first fuck at his place. Maybe she needed to look elsewhere. As these thoughts drifted through her mind, a distinctive scent drifted in the room. Hmmm. She'd have to investigate this.

Josh: Josh gets out of bed, and opens the door to pad into the kitchen. It's quiet now, so he's sure it's safe to leave his room. A moment later and he's raiding through the fridge. Chocolate milk! Well, that's what his roommate gets for fucking very loudly all night-- stolen chocolate milk.

Amy: She grabs the first thing she sees, Chris's long sleeved denim shirt, and covers herself as she quietly pads out his room. She sees an open door, MTV and weed obviously within. She hesitates a moment, but heads to the bathroom first.

Josh: There's someone moving around. And it's not Chris. Chris is louder. Josh pokes his head out from the kitchen in time to see the bathroom door shut. Hm. Out of curiosity, he takes the carton and decides to lean against the kitchen entrance, to see what sort of girl leaves.

Amy: After four years at Brown, she's learned to never turn on a light in a male's bathroom, nor to look around. She finishes quickly and washes her hands perfunctually. She'll clean up once she gets back to her room. She exits the bathroom, glancing at the open bedroom door, wondering if whoever is within is willing to share.

Josh: Josh's head pokes around the corner. "Hi." He's very bright eyed for someone half-baked and for this hour of night.

Amy: She stops in her tracks when she hears the voice, she turns and gives its owner a slow once over. Her low, thoarty voice inquires, "J Lyman, I presume?"

Josh: "Josh. Joshua. Josh?" He asks, skidding to a stop. "No, wait." Josh holds up a hand and thinks about it for the briefest second, "Shit. What did the other guy say?"

Amy: She is a bit confused, "What other guy?"

Josh: "Dr. Livingstone!" Josh says, waving his hand a bit like it was obvious, and then just as not importantly, uses it to open the tab on the carton of milk very precisely and take a chug off of it.

Amy: She laughs, as he had caught her. She leans against his bedroom door, "It's on mailbox, C. Wick and J. Lyman. So, I deduce you are J." Though her statement is more of a question.

Josh: He looks over at her and swallows, and says, "Yes, I'm J. J is for Josh. I said that already." Josh points out, and then shakes the bangs out of his eyes. He hasn't had a haircut in some time, and it's not certain what's going on up there, except that it's all a wavy curly mess. "Who are you?"

Amy: "Amy"

Josh: "Aaah." He says like it means something. "Amy." He looks at her, and tilts his head, "So-- you and Chris?"

Amy: She smiles and nods her head, "Yeah. But he's asleep now." She gives him the once over again, trying to assess if he's the type of guy willing to share, without any demands on her. No problem, she can handle this guy. "J - you smoking?"

Josh: Josh's eyes flick around the room, and then land back on her. "Yes." It's a pretty firm answer. His fingers tap against the milk carton.

Amy: He must have been for quite awhile, he's pretty wired. She shifts a bit, pulling away from his door, so as to let him pass and invite her in.

Josh: Josh moves past her and looks over his shoulder. Inside the room, the equipment for making a blunt has been carefully put on the floor next to his mattress and a pretty sizable bag of weed. The lighter is stuck inside an empty glass cookie jar of all things, which he fishes out. "Um, you can roll your own, right?"

Amy: "Yeah" And she follows him in, glancing around for a place to sit. Hmm. The bed or the floor. She plops down on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her as she leans back, using the bed as a backrest. She looks towards him, expectantly.

Josh: He places the bag and the rolling papers in front of her, and then picks up his blunt from the ceramic coffee mug that's serving as an ashtray, and lights his up, leaning back against the wall. "So um...." Hm. "Why aren't you in bed cuddling with Chris?"

Amy: She picks up his offering and carefully rolls her own, taking the time to get it just right.

Amy: She twists about to look at him, "I'm not cuddly." And she holds out her palm for the lighter.

Josh: Josh has it in his hand, curled in a fist. Finally, he hands it over. "Ash into the cookie jar." It's a demand, and it's more forceful than one would expect from the completely wasted.

Amy: She shrugs as she takes the lighter, a neat freak. She licks her lips, they are a bit dry, and smiles at him. "Not the mug?" And she turns a bit, so as to not light up over the bed. She waits till the entire end catches, then takes a long deep drag. She holds it as long as she can, then lifts her head to exhale lazy smoke rings, each a perfect circle.

Josh: Josh watches her carefully and says, "The mug's mine, you can have the cookie jar." Only when she blows rings does he lean back and take another drag off his own, and focus on the music video on TV. He coughs a tiny bit when he exhales.

Amy: She leans back against the bed, then shifts a bit, as she reaches up to pull her hair out from where its trapped, between her back and the mattress. It spills on his bed, as she absently finger combs the tangles with her left hand. She sighs, then takes another drag as she watches the dancers on the Tv.

Josh: Josh isn't a big fan of quiet. "I've seen you around. You're in international law in theory and practice. And-- something else." He puts out his butt on the inside of the mug and lets the roach drop inside.

Amy: " Constitutional Law, Contracts, Procedure, and Torts. First term." She isn't much for talking, yet she's curious. "You're in law?"

Josh: "Yeah, I'm getting it done, for my dad really. He wants me to follow in his footsteps, we compromised on Constitutional Law." He sniffs, dryly and picks up a pillow from the end of the bed, to wad it up in front of him and hold on to it. Then he pulls over a blanket.

Amy: "Hmm." She takes another drag, then leans forward to knock the ashes into the jar. Carefully, neat freaks don't like ashes all over. And judging by the bag of weed, she reackons that she can always count on J for a J. She giggles to herself, "J for a J" . She then leans back a bit, pulling her knees up to her chest and sighs, "You're going to law school cause your Dad wants you to?"

Josh: Josh looks at her and giggles, not knowing why he's giggling. "No, I'm going to law school because -- well, kinda yeah!" He laughs, "He wants me to have something useful to fall back on."

Amy: "Three years of your life to fall back on?" She frowns as she watches a god-awful heavy metal video, "What are you planning on doing? Singing in a rock band?" Not that she cares, but three years of your life to make your Dad happy?

Josh: "Um, government. I'm going to go get good people elected and change the course of American democracy. So Constitutional Law's gonna be useful because once you get someone decent into office, you gotta-- you know," and he waves a hand around.

Amy: "Legislate." Hmmm, interesting. "Or admininstrate." That's what she planned on doing.

Josh: Josh snaps his fingers. "Exactly." He leans back against the wall and slumps down a little further, till his bare feet poke out of the blanket on the edge.

Amy: "The degree gives you credibility, but you never use it." She hears him move about in the bed, maybe she should go, he looked about ready to crash. She should get back to Chris, see if he was ready for another round. She was starting to float about a bit, feeling the tension ease away. Another hit.

Josh: He hmmms, stretching it out, apparently because he likes the sound. "I'm sure I'll use it. To scare the crap out of people when they come into my corner office overlooking the Potomac."

Amy: She laughs at that, she couldn't imagine him scaring anyone. "Corner office?"

Josh: "Biiiig windows," Josh says, demonstrating and then folding his hands behind his head. He laughs, a little too high and then coughs a bit. "So what are /you/ doing with /your/ degree, Amy?"

Amy: "Saving women from men."

Amy: And she laughs, a low throaty laugh.

Josh: This just makes Josh laugh more, and clutch his pillow harder. "You're not gonna go crazy and shoot me up, right?"

Amy: "Nah, I don't believe in shooting men. Just cutting em up." And she giggled some more, "you know, Valarie Solanas."

Josh: "I do!" Josh says and wriggles in his makeshift bed, "My mother met her once!" He announces, kind of loudly even for this conversation. "Um, at some sort of NOW rally."

Amy: "Really?" Amy turns to give him the once over, hmm, she had taken him for a WASP. A WASP with a liberal mother? Interesting. "I don't agee with all of her manifesto though."

Josh: Josh looks at her and her state of undress, "I didn't think so. 'Cause you sounded like you were enjoying yourself with Chris and I thought militant feminists only played with toys."

Amy: "I like sex." She takes another hit, "Didn't at first, but I learned." She paused, lost in thought. " I don't want to destroy the male sex, just a few particular males." She states, more to herself than to him as she absently runs her hand from her knee down to her hip, not realizing she was taking the shirt with it. "I love sex."

Josh: Josh blinks, watching her for a long moment and looking more or less confused. "Ah, okay?" He squeaks, and sounds fourteen for a moment.

Amy: She considers her joint and decides she's high enough. And talking about sex makes her want more. She carefully tamps out the remains, placing it in the cookie jar. She turns and kneels by the bed, leaning forward just enough so that he could get quite an eyeful, if he cared to look. "I'd keep a few of you around." She stands and pulls the shirt down, covering the view. "Thanks."

Josh: "N-no problem," Josh decides, leaning away from her and then watching her with big eyes as she gets off the bed. "Anytime you want." Big swallow. "I mean. Pot. If you want... pot."

Amy: "I'll know where to come." And she laughs at her own double entendre. "J for Js. I like that." And she heads out the door, back to Chris, she turns back once again, "Sweet dreams, J."

Josh: "Uhuh." Josh says, and then closes his mouth and watches her leave his room. Right. Well. Give him a few moments to process.

Amy: And off she goes, to wake Chris up.