Aug 26, 2019
A few knocks at the door, Lorenzo let himself in anyway, tucking his hands into his trouser pockets as a thin, barely-there smile adorned his features. His shirt was unbuttoned at least three down, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Cocaine, copious amounts of alcohol and blaring music often did that to a person. Kobra was often too tame for his likings so he ventured for sturdier clubs, EDM and ecstasy were a weekend ritual and he’d been in recovery.
“You drink up what I got you last month?”
[ @dixiepresident ]