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He nodded his head, pursing his lips while looking down in half-shame, half-humiliation. Where he was from, ‘party drugs’ were an isolated fantasy. Mainly because they weren’t accessible, his part of the world having yet to be touched by the madness of the rest. He didn’t know a thing about the likes of ‘Molly’, or even Cannabis. The conversation, at best, was horribly redundant.
Nikora narrowed his eyes at the guy standing in front of him, wondering vaguely if he was a freshman. He definitely looked young, almost too young to be in university. And definitely too innocent to be at Bridgemont. Suddenly, Nik found himself breaking at least a dozen of his own rules, and he softened his gaze.
“You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?” he mused. “All right, here’s an offer - and, mind you, I don’t do this often: there’s a party lined up tonight, it’s set to be pretty lit. You should come along. I’ll bring you as a plus-one type-thing. Don’t worry, I won’t make you take the big scary drugs. Maybe get you a lil wasted, at most. What do you say?”
