Who: Cocaine and Heroin What: Trying to find a new life balance When: January 14th, (Backdated to Thursday), Before MJ's accident Where:The Empire Diner Warnings: TBD
His arms, the left in particular, hurt like hell. What little nails he had on his fingers had spent the week ripping across his flesh as he resisted the pull of his brother, yet fell so deeply for him at the same time. Shooting up was the only think he could think of, followed closely by a growing, deep anger at both his bruder and the Jolly Green Giant he'd aligned himself with. Cocaine couldn't help it. Even though he'd been living for this meeting for the entire week, he still felt the anger. The anger at the fact that his bruder's pull still managed to control his actions, even though they were no longer together. His anger at Marijuana was far more reasonable-- he had, after all, lost the brother he loved to him.
He picked at the burger he'd ordered to keep up appearances. There was one bite taken out of it and he was working on tearing his two pieces of lettuce to shreds and spreading them out around his plate. Anything to keep his hands busy. He'd scratched up his arms. The track marks on his thighs would be next, and that was hardly appropriate for such a public venue. Instead, Coke moved on to the pickle. Picking it up, breaking it apart, and wondering if he was actually going to eat it. Likely not.
What was he looking to get out of this? It was a mixed bag. Coke wanted his bruder back, but at this point he would settle for simple recompense. He wanted to feel the needle pressing into his skin while at the same time feeling the rush of being pulled up through Heroin's nose and into his blood. He wanted to be there there again. It wasn't the same, shooting up alone, and it wasn't fair. How was it fair that he had to live underneath Heroin's thumb and expect nothing in control? He would have been fine with it, if only he knew that when he returned to Die Droge that night Heroin would be there, waiting for him.
Coke knew he wasn't going to win all of that tonight, but if he could just have something. He wanted to be close to Heroin again... some way.