closed with @angeloconnor jude and tovah’s apartment, southside -
trix and river’s new sober life has pushed jude’s un-sober one into hiding. he tells himself it’s out of respect to keep it away from them but he knows he’s telling himself lies. powdery or pill-formed vices become much stronger as secrets. the hold they have on him can grip tighter when nobody knows how often they are his friends. angel knows this, too and it explains why jude and her have spent more time together lately. their friendship has spanned over the previous five years of jude’s life in lockwood but now, with pick me ups and floating highs, it feels stronger than before. ‘we gotta write this down.’ jude says, his mind telling him he’s excited but his body moving slowly in contrast. their idea of a stick and poke tattoo studio adjacent to destination ink seems perfect, along with trading weed as payment for tiny designs. ‘there’s pens...in the top drawer.’ he waves a hand, forgetting his small stash of pills hiding within there too. ‘cause stoners will have the best design ideas too like we’d never get bored of tattooing or smoking.’
