closed thread | jace x richie location: north coast hotel, suite 532 @richieoshea
It had been ages since Jace tracked a phone. Hell, the last time he did it, it was his fathers and it had been a dead end. He didn’t intend on telling Richie or any of the others that his skills were rusty to say the least. He could figure it out, he always did. Especially when he had a little extra boost.
Feeling the slight withdrawal set in, Jace knew it was time for more of the drug. He was alone and no one had checked in with him yet. It was as safe of a time as ever. Jace had forgot his glasses and had been staring at a computer screen all day, so that coupled with his slight withdrawal made his eyesight a little hazy. Jace conveniently brushed off the fact that he was struggling to focus his eyes. He pulled up what he thought was a little more than the usual amount as his threshold was steadily increasing. Rolling up his loose long sleeves, Jace tied the rubber tourniquet tight around his bicep, pulling with his teeth, finding a new spot around the previous track marks. Tapping a few times, he found the vein and was quick to inject.
He knew how potent and powerful BUA was, he’d specifically made it that way. When he started using, he was always careful with the dosing, knowing that the drug in itself was dangerous. As his addiction habit progressed, he began getting more and more careless with the dosage. He figured it’d come to bite him in the ass eventually, but what did he care? It’s not like he was doing much good for the world anyway.
After stowing everything, Jace started to feel the effects much quicker than normal. Ignoring it, he kept working, wiping the sweat from his brow and lip every so often, coughing slightly as he worked. After looking for the signal all day, he finally got a ping, just in time too, he heard Richie announcing himself at the door. “Come in.” Jace responded in a strained tone. The fuck was going on? Normally he was much better at hiding when he was high. Blinking several times, the man tried to clear his foggy brain, unsuccessfully. “I got a hit.” He said in a slower than normal voice, pointing to his screen.
