Who: Archer and Harris
What: Archer comes to Harris' rescue
Where: Lima/Archer's Car/Dalton
When: Sunday, July 8th, 2012; early
Warning: Drug abuse
The first few days had been fine. Harris had stuck around Lima after Ethan had left; had partied, had gotten high, gotten trashed, gotten laid. Yeah, the first few days had been fine, but Harris was well aware that fine was only ever a temporary state.
It was early Sunday morning by the time Harris, drunk on he didn't even know what and high on cocaine and heroin, had decided that he'd hit rock bottom. Even if it wasn't an entirely conscious decision. Saturday night's party had been in full swing for hours now, many of it's attendees finally beginning to crash or head home. Usually, Harris would have been one of the die-hards, one of the ones still going until five or six in the morning, but not tonight. Having stumbled his way to an empty room - the master bathroom, as it was - he'd decided to do one last round of speedballing, and then he'd be done. Later on, he would look back and think that he shouldn't have mixed, should have simply taken the depressant and let himself crash, but, at the time, he had hardly been thinking clearly.
And that was how he found himself propped up against the tub in a stranger's house, his belt still looped next to him on the tile floor as he fumbled with his phone. He wasn't sure who he intended to call until he'd already pressed dial, and the blond stared at the screen for a moment as the phone rang, trying to figure out who he was calling. The letters were blurred, but he could see the A and knew it wasn't Addison; it took another moment before he realized that it was Archer - the Dalton guidance counselor. Perhaps such a revelation ought to have made him end the call, but Harris simply couldn't be bothered to see the risk in calling the older man while in such a state.