#jax 003.

    he’s righting himself in the bathroom stall, having done his second to last line off the top of the toilet dispenser. though the effect isn’t that instantaneous, he feels like his heart is already beating quicker. he’s definitely already giggly though that may be from the flute of champagne he and julian used for their romantic, silly toast. or it could be from the bit of pre-gaming he did while he got ready with his beautiful, glamorous friends. regardless, he’s feeling good and he whips out his card to arrange the last bit of the fine white powder into a line. kit’s rubbing some of the numbness out of his nose in preparation when he hears the bathroom door swing open. there aren’t that many stalls and he happens to know for a fact some are occupied. tensely, he waits to see if the feet outside his refuge leave his line of sight. when they don’t -- dress shoes waiting just a few steps back from the door -- kit offers a giggle and a less than sober sing-song of “ just a minute! ” it’s probably obvious, the loud inhale and the scramble to hide any trace of his recreational activities. kit doesn’t really mind who knows, though. he’s feeling too good for that. swinging the stall open, he flutters his gaze upwards. “ it’s all yours. ”