Brian took the shirt and set it on top of the larges. “Yeah?” His eyes strayed to her bag. “Cool.” It was good to know somebody he could buy from that wasn’t potentially a cop. The small, plastic-wrapped stash in his nightstand drawer was dwindling. “I’ve been taking a break, too. Kinda… trying to work some stuff out with a clear head.”
Too bad clarity wasn’t coming. It didn’t seem to matter if he was high or not; nothing changed.
“Trying to be responsible. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” His mind was on the confrontation with that vampire.
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on 2013-09-15 04:57 am (UTC)Too bad clarity wasn’t coming. It didn’t seem to matter if he was high or not; nothing changed.
“Trying to be responsible. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” His mind was on the confrontation with that vampire.