Niki giggled to himself softly as he stumbled and tumbled along through the club, towards the washroom. He had some pills in his pocket that he really wanted to pop, and they were practically burning a hole, his desire was so strong.
He shoved through the door, nearly tripping due to a combination of alcohol and clumsiness. "Soon," he mumbled to himself, to the wand, the nothingness. The voices only he could hear - only he understood.
"Soon," he repeated, giggling in a warped way as he stuffed a hand into his pocket. He came out with a pair of violently purple pills. Hexx, a wonderfully euphoric drug that made everything feels good. Made every sensation more. Made everything better. MAde rainbows of colours shine at the edges of vision.
He was halfway to popping them both when he saw someone else was in there, a young man looking all rumpled and messy. "Hiiii," he said, the word dragging out unnecessarily.