Do You Want To » Arin + Eve
"Bradford b-" Arin began, laughter in his voice, but interrupted himself. "I'm not even gonna ask." Instead, he held out his right hand, turning it over to look at it for a moment before opening his palm for the pill. There was blood smeared over the FUCK tattooed on his fingers; Nixon's blood, and his knuckles were starting to bruise a little. Shit.
Ignoring his thoughts, Arin chucked the pill into his mouth and swallowed it dry as soon as Eve put it in his hand, and the effects manifested almost instantly. It'd been a while since Arin had done any drugs but weed, and ecstasy in particular was something entirely different.
"So." He said, feeling most of what tension was left in him after the fight fizz away into warmness. "How far off is this truck? 'Cause I'm not really up for a walk right now, I just walked all the way over here from the fuckin' Treehouse."
