WHO: Niki & Drew WHAT:"What do you recommend to a real sweet girl who's made some not sweet friends? What would you prescribe to a real soft girl who's having real hard times?" WHEN: Saturday night WHERE: The Black Balloon Club RATING: R+?
You would have thought that after the confrontation with Dean that Drew had found so traumatising that he might have sworn off the club scene - the opposite was the case. He hadn't been home to Ozzie in days. He barely remembered who he was. He took the stuff to get high when he began to feel low on the stuff he'd taken before.
He semi-came-to in a bathroom stall in some club (he assumed), slumped beside the toilet like a forgotten toilet roll tube, pants around his ankles and the cum running out of him that meant that he'd had sex (he assumed); he cleaned up half-heartedly with a spell that tasted wrong on numb lips, hiked his ruined jeans back up and began the slow process of pulling himself upright. This managed, he made his way, wobbling, out of the cubicle towards the sinks, where he washed his face and looked up into the mirror to see a tired-eyed, over-bruised stranger looking back at him.
This was his face and he couldn't recognise it anymore. He turned so his back hit the wall and slid down it, crouched on the dirty tile floor and looking at nothing, trying not to let his mind catch up with him. This wasn't him. He didn't want it to be. He wanted another hit.