Cumulari, Chapter Two

I'm in Slough. Uuuurghhh. Haven't had a cigarette all day, got stoned last night and now I have a throat like sandpaper which makes me feel old. People seem to smoke a lot in Slough, I can't imagine why... Got ID'd (carded) in Sainsbury's, by someone barely out of nappies, trying to buy a bottle of Chianti, despite the fact that I had a nearly three year old clinging to my jeans going 'come on Mummy, hurry up'. Should've helped with the feeling old thing but it just pissed me off. I'm 26, I have crows feet for Christsakes, I'm 8 years older than you! What kind of 17 year old buys Chianti anyway? Have you ever seen a 17 yr old this irritable?
So here's the next stupid chapter of my stupid Seasonal Spuffy fic beta'd by stupid slackerace. No, wait... Beta'd by the lovely slackerace who knows things about punctuation I'll never understand. Including how to turn my fic into actual, honest to god sentences. You'll notice I said 'next' and not 'concluding half' because... well that's how it turned out, okay? Does anyone else have this problem where you just want to write a smutty little ficlet and you just start with a few paragraphs of set up? Then suddenly you have two whole chapters and the smut is still just a few more paragraphs away...

( Chapter Two )

As well as feedback, could you all send nicotiney vibes my way?