where: behind red label liquor who: @staincdvermillion oliver walff & tommy hatch
Tommy pulled his hoodie up higher, shoving his hands deep into the pockets as he paced behind the liquor store. He’d already smoked through two cigarettes waiting, the third burning low between his fingers as he exhaled, restless. He hated this part, the waiting, especially when he let himself get to this point where he was way too god damn desperate for a fix. He knew he should have texted Oliver days ago but, well– in his defense– he’d gone on quite the bender and hadn’t realized how low he was on pills until he was basically out.
The sound of a car rolling up had him straightening, flicking the cigarette to the pavement before Oliver stepped out. “Jesus, took your time, huh?” Tommy muttered, shifting anxiously. His fingers twitched at his sides, sweat beading against the back of his neck. “Need somethin’ that works fast. What do you have?"