Who: Gabriel Frost and Jaydn Winter. What: Gabriel and his being who he is. Where: His condo. When: Saturday, August 6th: 06:15am (PST). Rating: Anywhere between PG:13 -> NC:17. Status: Incomplete.
Gabriel was still awake. He was placed happily on his couch, in front of his playstation three, and nine evenly cut lines. Not to mention his bong packed full of some of the best green he could find. He was just staring at it, and couldn't decide what he was going to do about it. He couldn't do all of this himself. He was still riding the buzz, and the high he was rocking from the night before. He probably still even smelled of booze, escorts, drugs, and the party he was having out at 7 Sins. One thing he knew for sure, the club owner knew who to make sure had a good time, and he spent a fair share of cash each time.
With out sudden hesitation he snapped his phone from the coffee table in which he left it, right by the powdery lines, and started sending fast waves of spamming texts. Right to his best friend. Jaydn would be woken if the last thing he knew it. One text after the next was sent. Consisting of, Wake up bitch., Get your slutty ass out of bed., Pull that tiny cock out of your mouth, and come do some drugs. Gabriel was nothing but relentless, and quick with his texting. When he finally got something back, he sent a picture of the drugs on the coffee table, right to her phone. After finally getting the confirmation of her coming over, he got up and fetched a bottle of grey goose, and the fresh pineapple juice. That'd be the drink of choice for the morning. Mixing two tumbler glasses, he walked to the door. It was about that time, that there was a knock.
Holding the two glasses in one hand, he pulled the door open. "Greetings, bitch. Drink up, it's five o-clock somewhere." With that stated, a glass shifted hands to Jaydn, and Gabriel was moving back to the coffee table filled with drugs.