hey there, dollface.

“Well first off, it depends on what drugs and alcohol you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” Sly says past his cigarette, flicking his lighter.

“Weed? Fine. Most booze? Pretty fuckin’ good. Don’t do that hard shit, though. Cocaine ‘n heroin? You don’t need that shit, doll. That’s the shit that really fucks you up, y’know? Don’t be poppin’ unmarked pills at parties, either. That shit’s crazy–I know from experience. Ain’t really fun, ‘specially since you usually don’t remember what happens after.” He manages to get his cigarette lit, pauses to take a nice, long drag.

“And sex? Damn good. Love it. Don’t let anybody say you’re gross for havin’ it or whatever–that’s bullshit. ‘s long as you make sure you ain’t gettin’ any diseases or havin’ babies you don’t want, fuck as many people as you wanna. Feels good, don’t it?” He grins, a little crooked, a little impish.