Who: Ketamine and Ecstasy Where: Ketamine's apartment When: Monday afternoon What: Ketamine's feeling down and E wants to make his little brother feel better. Warnings: Drug use, language, tbd
By the time he made it back to his place on Monday, Ecstasy had been out and about all over the city since mid-Friday afternoon. After he checked his computer and saw that his brother wanted to see him --specifically, that his brother was hurting and needed some help-- he was out of the apartment almost as soon as he had arrived. He exchanged his "zombie raver" clothes for plain black jeans and a hoodie, washed the fake blood off his skin, and made sure he had a pocket full of ecstasy before setting out again. Instead of walking, he got a cab; two solid days of partying were enough to wear him out and even if he wasn't feeling the effects yet, he knew that in a few days he'd be feeling every minute of those festivities. Right now, something more mellow would be quite welcome.
"Kit? It's E, little brother, I'm here," E called as he walked into the apartment where, sure enough, the lock on the front door was broken.