@munofmanyminds
The room is spinning. Before, when she'd been dancing-- the spinning made sense. but now, she's standing still, and leaning against a bathroom counter covered in a light dusting of cocaine. She dials Roman's number from memory, her hand shaking slightly as she squints at the too bright screen. "Ro--" she hiccups softly, when she realises he's picked up. "Please don't be mad--" her voice is soft but slurred, and she's too new at this to be any good at disguising her inebriation. "I'm-- i'm at onyx and there's this guy-- I-- I had all these shots and the room won't stop spinning, and he won't leave me alone--" There's a part of her that just feels ashamed that she couldn't handle herself, that she was calling him for a rescue. "I don't know what to do--"
