Saturday - March 8th, 2008 Who: Dizzy and Rez When: Night Where: Dizzy's room What: The Candy Man Can
Ugh. He felt like hell today. Who knew that a little guy like Fisher could cause so much fucking damage. There wasn't a damn inch of his body that wasn't aching. And he looked the part too. He had fucking bite marks and scratch marks and bruises all over his damn self. He was also coming down from a coke high which was never fun, though he was about to remedy that apparently. They'd done a number on the bag last night, but there was still enough that he and Dizzy could get pretty fucked up. And if that didn't do it on its own, he had a bottle of jack in one of the pockets of his baggy jeans. If he got caught, he was going to be screwed.
Fortunately for him, Rez made it to her room undetected. He gave a quick knock, just to let her know he was there, before he turned the knob and let himself in, not wanting to wait around in the hall all night. "Sup?" He asked, a hand moving to take the bottle out of his pocket while the other tugged his baggy jeans up a little further on his hips. He then pulled out the baggy, frowning a little at how light it felt, and held it out for her to take before he collapsed back onto her bed.
"You can cut it." He was too fucking tired. Of course, after a couple of lines, he might not be so damn tired anymore. Wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't injured himself on Thursday. And also if he hadn't been getting fucked up every single day this week. He was quickly falling back into old habits but... He just couldn't bring himself to fucking care about that no more.