@lexxihartwood
location: private party
heath made his way through the packed room, a sea of influential faces surrounding him. his grin was automatic, his small talk a practiced performance, but inside, he felt profound apathy. he was better than them and the shallow games they played.
slipping away, he found refuge in a bathroom. the man pulled out a small vial of coke, savoring the sharp, chemical thrill as he snorted a line. as the rush began to take hold, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, the cool, composed facade hiding his simmering disdain. the door creaked open, a sudden, unexpected intrusion of a stranger.
their gazes met in the mirror for brief seconds “wron’ bathroom, sugar” he said with a playful grin “but if coke's yer thin’, i'll fix ya up a bit. whatever ya decide, at least shut the damn door yeah?” concluded, taking a sip of his whiskey.
