Timing and Lies

So Michael is getting his supposedly more worldly buddy to help him score some happy 'shrooms to help him with a magic initiation ritual. I have to tell you, I find nothing so funny as watching this geeky guy who's TOO much like me following his big buddy around strip clubs and trying to be serious, insisting this isn't recreational while everyone laughs at him. Yes, I'm the one writing the story, but the characters sometimes don't quite follow the script. I don't know if they forget, or just get willful, or maybe have better ideas they want to show me, but I tend to like the results.

I am still in charge of the pen, though, and I'm really looking forward to the phone call he doesn't know is coming. Br-r-riinngg!!! That's right, his religious conservative girlfriend is going to call to try and patch things up after their nasty argument, just as he's at some nude bar with NIN playing in the background. Where are you? What are you doing? Simple questions he doesn't really want to answer. He's in a den of iniquity, from her point of view, and he's actually there trying to buy drugs for what she considers at best a childish fantasy and a complete waste of productive time, and at worst a demonic trap for his immortal soul.

His main reticence for telling her is that he doesn't want to upset her, but he's an honest guy, which means he's a bad liar. This relationship may be doomed.

But wait! She's destined to become the damsel in distress for him to rescue.
How does that balance things out? =o)