Clara and John
John wordlessly accepted the kiss, eyes half-way closed, and a slow sigh escaping his lips. He had to make this special for Clara. He had to! Or she'd realize she was trying to have a good time with a recluse loser like him who couldn't pass basic academics.
John swallowed and nodded before hurrying off. He escaped to the bathroom and closed the door on a stall, pressing against the wall for a moment to collect his thoughts. No, it would be easier with the coke. John pulled the baggie out of his pocket and tapped a line on his thumb webbing, careful not to waste any. Then he leaned in and sniffed.
He sat back, waiting. Inevitably the high rose up within him. John smiled and licked the remnants off his hand before exiting the stall and making his way back out to the dance floor.
John caught hold of Clara mid-dance and pulled her back to his front, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. "You look amazing."