DRUGS DON'T WORK.

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hi i would die for you

Agitation and anxiety had Emma’s body frozen, rigid in the set of her shoulders and the clench of her jaw; the only movement came from her hands, perched upwards as she toyed nervously with the locket at the end of her necklace --- a gift from Kit. Luckily the maniacs from N.E.T hadn’t taken that from her in their heist. She was alone in the party, the former colleague who had invited her as a plus one schmoozing in other areas that were foreign to the brunette. Although she had integrated back into high society rather nicely, the familiarity of a house party was a pool she hadn’t yet dipped her toe back into. And for good reason. Alcohol was fine to her, a stimulus she could handle, but after walking in on a girl doing a line in the bathroom, Emma’s hard work seemingly went out the window with the autumn breeze. She managed to find a seat to retreat to in a calmer area of the social setting, but she was still alone --- until pressure settled down on a seat near her. A scapegoat. Breathing a sigh of relief, Emma spoke, almost pleading; “Can you talk to me? About anything. Anything at all.”