It was a Tuesday night, and typically where else would Luca be other than some sketchy party he was only vaguely on the guest list for. The last time check heâd done was when itâd just gone ten-thirty but it felt like hours ago now, possibly weeks despite the unlikelihood of the latter. Letting out a deep sigh and a sniff, Luca wiped his nose for any trace of the white substance heâd been inhaling for the past couple of minutes. A knock at the door startled him, and he murmured a âshitâ, stumbling towards it quickly and throwing it open. His vision was a little hazy as he readjusted his glasses, bringing them down to wipe on his hoodie in an attempt to act casual before placing them back on the bridge of his nose. âWho was that? Fuck!â Luca cursed, squinted eyes catching the closest person to the now open door and expecting an answer.
Why the fuck was she there? Some shitty party full of shitty people when she had work in the morning. The promise of being the driver to a couple of friends for a decent price had her in this so typically suburban house completely sober and entirely bored. It wouldâve been alright if it werenât for a familiar face thatâd been following her around all night. Some ex-hookup whoâd decided to make it his drunken mission for a round two. Adaline couldnât deal with the subpar charm anymore and needed an out. It was a classic bathroom escape save for one thing, the locked door. âMe. You jerking off in here?â She groaned, her eyes rolling as she took another step forward.Â
