Nessa
"Hot sex?" she smirked up at him. "That may not be a total lie," then she laughed as they walked away. She was joking, sort of. When she was high, she would do things she wouldn't hardly do noot being high. She could feel her last high leaving her body, and hated the way it felt. She was ready for more. Something new. Something stonger..
He led the way to the limo out front waiting for them. It would seem as if he had money, then again, she did have money and you could hardly tell by where she lived. She hopped in, sitting her bag on the right side of her, and crossing her legs slightly. When he asked which they were interested in, she knew instantly her answer. "Eightball," it was a term she was quite fond of, hearing it used a lot in the past from her ex, Steven. He was a heavy user, even moreso than her. He opened her eyes to mixing drugs, and the affect it had. She liked the feeling. She layed her eyes on Ember as she said the word "Snowball." The closer you looked at the two of them, the more you could see the effects that the drugs had on them. It was a shame, how it could change a beautiful girl or attractive guy into nothing more than a worn down, mess. However, these two people weren't to that point. No, in her eyes, they were someone she could see herself hanging with more than once. They were the type of users she was used to being around. Although not yet twenty-one, she wasn't about to let on her age. She doubted they would notice, anyways.
Turning her eyes to O, she watched as he set it up, then took his first hit, instantly getting some form of a high off of it, and singing. "Damn, that's not to bad. You write all of your music high?" She raised an eyebrow, taking the set-up from him, and inhaling her first "eightball," as it was known around. She felt weightless. "This shit is so much better than what I've been doing." she glanced at him. "Where do you get your fix from?" She was always interested in finding a new dealer, if it meant getting better quality.
"Hot sex?" she smirked up at him. "That may not be a total lie," then she laughed as they walked away. She was joking, sort of. When she was high, she would do things she wouldn't hardly do noot being high. She could feel her last high leaving her body, and hated the way it felt. She was ready for more. Something new. Something stonger..
He led the way to the limo out front waiting for them. It would seem as if he had money, then again, she did have money and you could hardly tell by where she lived. She hopped in, sitting her bag on the right side of her, and crossing her legs slightly. When he asked which they were interested in, she knew instantly her answer. "Eightball," it was a term she was quite fond of, hearing it used a lot in the past from her ex, Steven. He was a heavy user, even moreso than her. He opened her eyes to mixing drugs, and the affect it had. She liked the feeling. She layed her eyes on Ember as she said the word "Snowball." The closer you looked at the two of them, the more you could see the effects that the drugs had on them. It was a shame, how it could change a beautiful girl or attractive guy into nothing more than a worn down, mess. However, these two people weren't to that point. No, in her eyes, they were someone she could see herself hanging with more than once. They were the type of users she was used to being around. Although not yet twenty-one, she wasn't about to let on her age. She doubted they would notice, anyways.
Turning her eyes to O, she watched as he set it up, then took his first hit, instantly getting some form of a high off of it, and singing. "Damn, that's not to bad. You write all of your music high?" She raised an eyebrow, taking the set-up from him, and inhaling her first "eightball," as it was known around. She felt weightless. "This shit is so much better than what I've been doing." she glanced at him. "Where do you get your fix from?" She was always interested in finding a new dealer, if it meant getting better quality.