Just as Colton brought up Brooklyn, Nick's phone, which was in his pocket, vibrated, alerting him of a text from her. The vibration against his leg freaked him out at first, given his dazed state, and he actually chuckled aloud when he realized that he had been startled by his own phone, once he pulled it out. "Dude, that's so weird. She just texted me," Nick said, his attention focused on the phone and reading Brooklyn's message, and then rereading it four more times until he could actually garner enough focus to actually process what it said. Even high, it didn't take a second thought to know that she was referring to Roman, because they didn't really share any other mutual friends, nonetheless ones that Brooklyn would feel the need to contact him over. It was weird getting a text from her after she had left him with the silent treatment for so long, and if he were sober, the significance of the text would have resonated with him a lot more than it did now. He was too relaxed and out of it to be thrilled that she hadn't blocked his number (or, had at least temporarily unblocked it), or that she clearly didn't hate him that much now, if she could stand to even just send him a text message. "Uh, but yeah, she was fucking awesome in bed, man. Like, you know how they say 'you don't know what you've got til it's gone'? I knew what I had, man, and it was amazing. That's what makes me so much more of a fuck up, because I knew how good I had it and I still blew it." Just as quickly as he had gotten somber and sentimental, and grin cracked on his face, and he added, "There aren't too many girls nowadays who are willing to go at it anywhere, any time. Brooke was the definition of a perfect woman, man. Really fucking perfect." The sober Nick would disagree with "perfect" being a word to accurately describe Brooklyn. Maybe she was perfect for him, because they were both broken and fucked up in their own ways, but she certainly had her flaws, just like he did.
He had momentarily forgotten about her text, but when his phone buzzed once more, this time with one of his clients asking him if he could deliver to him on the 26th, he recalled that he hadn't answered her. His response of "Fuck, what's up? Need me to kick his ass?" wasn't even one that was being playful, as it would probably be perceived, since Nick was obviously good friends with Roman, and would never actually want to fight him. He was out of it enough tonight that he wasn't in a fighting mood, but he also felt an innate need to protect Brooklyn, so if she wanted him to step in, he would, and his foggy mind right now made it easier for him to not even think that through. She responded almost immediately with, "If I wanted him dead, I'd do it myself. You can escort him out on your way to bring me two grams, pre-rolled into joints for me." As soon as Nick got that text, he had abandoned his search for food in the kitchen and without even considering to offer Colton an explanation, he disappeared into his bedroom. Brooklyn could call Roman a fuckboy all she wanted, but it was apparent that he wasn't the only one who could live up to that nickname, given how quickly Nick was willing to jump on the chance to win some brownie points for Brooklyn. In expert time, he weighed three grams of weed on a scale (purposely adding one more than she wanted), and rather than roll them for her, he grabbed a pipe that he knew she would usually use from his collection, and tucked it into his pocket. With Brooklyn's apartment being just across the hallway, he didn't feel the need to hide the plastic bag of weed in anything that might conceal it. When he returned to the main area of the apartment, Roman was just walking through the door, and he greeted him casually. Nick was too high to seem truly aggressive or agitated, and he couldn't switch tasks from walking to the door to acknowledge Roman right away, so it wasn't until he was already halfway out the front door that he turned back just for a second, to say to Roman, "If what I heard was true, that you were fucking with my girl, I'm gonna deck you when I get back here." He had shut the door less than a second after saying that, though, not leaving much time for Roman to answer, before crossing the hallway and knocking on the door.