snorting (snorting) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-10 23:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | cocaine, rohypnol |
Who: Cocaine and Open
What: Being all 'meh' at Die Droge.
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Die Droge
Warnings: Drug use
Sometimes he liked to do things himself. Cocaine would roll up his sleeves and pick up one of the sharp blades used for used for cutting the drug into square blocks. Some might not have thought so, but he never had minded getting his hands dirty. He worked slowly, cutting the blocks evenly and taking his time to carefully etch his symbol into the top so that his clientele would know who it was from. There was a definite pride in his work even if elsewhere in life he was unmotivated.
It was a problem he faced not out of lack of things to do, but from a darkened frame of mind. Still mourning the loss of his bruder, Coke found himself in something of a fog. Overdosing on heroin the night of his brothers' wedding surely hadn't helped either.
"Does this mean we're not getting paid?" one girl naked asked softly in Spanish. "He's doing all of the work."
"Shhhh! Less work for us."
They would still be paid. Coke placed the blade down next to a four by four square of blocks. He was distracted again, thanks to their voices. He needed a focus and a release and that never came without…
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Coke shook his head, pushing past the girls taking the stairs up to the main part of the club two at a time. There were guests there and guests meant money. Money was a motivator. He walked over to the bar and signaled for his usual drink. Perhaps an alcoholic stupor would help raise the fog.