Post by MERRICK CHRISTOPHER MATTHEWS on Oct 19, 2013 2:42:07 GMT -5
merrick’s head was spinning. the lights, so bright. the sounds, so loud. but it was all his scene. this was what he was used to. it was almost something of a comfort zone. these were the kind of activities he participated in to get away from everything that plagued his mind. all the worries, all the memories. it was his escape, and to him, nothing was wrong with that. it wasn’t like he was forced to act like this. no, it was his choice. and there was nothing wrong with it. well.. for the most part. if you looked past the illegal portions of his nightly escapades.
such a night as tonight, it just so happened. yes, this math professor was your typical recreational drug user, apart from being a dealer. for the most part, he’d just enjoy the thrill. it was exciting, doing something illegal. and then the effect- oh damn, that was a lot of fun, too. he normally didn’t stray far from ecstasy, marijuana.. that sort of junk. but tonight he was going to treat himself to a little white powder he hadn’t had in months. there were some dealers who didn’t even use any of the product they sold at all, but that wasn’t the case for mr. matthews.
it was around one in the morning and the club was still thriving on this saturday night as merrick drunkenly stumbled into the bathroom, having parted from his group of buddies he’d been eagerly getting wasted with. the sound of the music seemed to drown out everything else around him. it was like the bass was inside of him, it was euphoric. that’s probably how he didn’t notice he had stumbled into the damn women’s bathroom.
surprisingly enough, it wasn’t even that crowded. not seeming to notice that he was surrounded by females, merrick lunged for the first open stall and swung the door shut behind him. he instantly fell to his knees in front of the toilet seat, glad to see the damn thing had a lid, and put it down. he took out the little baggie of cocaine from his shoe and poured a small amount on the top of the seat. he then took a razorblade from the same area and began eagerly crushing and separating the white powder into two lines. he could feel the alcohol in his system as he tried to steady his focus, putting the remainder of the cocaine back into his shoe along with the razorblade.
he leaned over, one finger plugging one side of his nose, and moved up one of the lines of powder with a quick inhale through his other nostril. granted, it was not a comfortable feeling in his nose, he didn’t give a shit cause he was drunk. nothing mattered at this point in time other than getting tweaked. leaning in for the second line, he was startled as the door to the stall opened and thumped him in the back. well, he must have been too drunk to lock it.
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wearing: actual clothes but i’ll do this later ja
wearing: actual clothes but i’ll do this later ja