She would have gone to Caleb, to pick up, but something told her he’d see past the artificial expression stuck to her face like tar, and questions were the last thing on the planet she wanted to answer after her talk with Felix. So, she’d gone to Ezra instead, taking the splurge to buy three pills instead of a lonely one. A pink teddy bear, a blue ghost and something referred to as a Louis Vuitton. She’d been making a beeline for the toilet stalls, intent on palming each from the baggy and inspecting them between finger and thumb, trying to decide which she wanted to try, when she saw Dahlia further up in the queue. A quick hop saw her ignoring groans of objection, cutting in with red lips inching wider. A smile, all teeth. Like a vampire preparing to have breakfast. “Boo! Cool timing. We can share a cubicle. Bonding! Next stop, teaching each other how to French plait and burp the alphabet.” She’d done her best to swipe the evidence of her tears away, but a slight smudge still lingered beneath her left eye, as telltale as the snap of a twig underfoot of a hunter going stealth. The doe was destined to scatter. “Kind of wanna get, like… really fucked up,” she exhaled once they’d made it inside, lock clicked shut within the close confines of the stall. Producing the baggy, she gave it a limp shake in the air between them. “Want one? Only got a little bit of rum left, to wash it down, but whatever, right? I don’t really care. Tits to the wind. You jump, I jump, Jack.” @bernvrdi
Dahlia was waiting impatiently in line, almost as if she could feel the baggy of coke she’d bought burning a hole in the pocket of her shorts, leg bouncing as the line seemed to move slower and slower. As much as she pretended to enjoy crowds, the sense of dread in the pit of her stomach was hard to ignore when she was sober. It felt like a brick weighing her down and she needed to get rid of it, or at least do something to numb it. She figured a few lines would do the trick, so she’d taken the baggy that some random booth worker on his break that had been flirting with her offered her in exchange for a date, flashing him a smile and the promise of coming back to give him her number before practically darting off to the nearest group of stalls only to find that she still had to wait in line. She very nearly just walked up to the front of the queue, there were only two people, but she was rapidly losing the little patience she did have, only Lana’s appearance startled her into staying in place, her heart pounding quickly in her chest before she forced herself to return the other’s smile. She didn’t quite catch what she was saying as she slipped in beside her, the two before them already gone into emptied stalls. Her eyes drifted to Lana’s eyes, wide and animated in the way they tended to be when she was trying to play her usual manic pixie self, though she spotted the smudge of wet makeup beneath her left eye. She didn’t ask, instead just bringing her thumb up to wipe away the remaining evidence of whatever she wanted to hide before they made their way into the stall. “God, I really do,” she nods, watching the baggy dangle between them. “I’ve got whiskey if we run out,” she offers, hand slipping into her back pocket to produce her flask. “It’s all we had in the apartment,” she shrugs, twisting the top off and holding her hand out for a pill. “I have coke, we could make it a party.” It definitely wasn’t a good idea, but she needed to feel anything other than the nausea spreading in her stomach. “Let’s get super fucked up and steal a giant panda. We can take out the stuffing and hide in it and terrorize people in the mirror house.” She popped the blue ghost into her mouth, downing some of the whiskey, nose wrinkling at it’s acrid taste, shaking her head and handing it off in case Lana wanted some before reaching into her front pocket, showing her the baggy filled with white. “Dunno if it’s any good, I got it off a carny so honestly it could be anything.”
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