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He sits back down hard and puts his head in his knees. Figuring the other was an addict like himself he decided to drop all pretenses with his response. âComing down hardâŚwhat about youâŚJeffrey?â Lifting his head up he looks the other up and down trying to figure him out, to figure out his drug of choice. He looks towards his pack and gestures to it. âCouldja pass my pack?â He has his own way of dealing with his misery. Namely Vicodin since itâs so fucking early. At this point Kevin didnât care much if the other took his shit or even killed him it didnât matter much what happened as long as his fucking head stopped h u r t i n g. It was frightening that he saw himself in the other. A slightly older, less anxious him, but him nonetheless. âIâm all I have.â He takes the joint and inhales before passing it back.
His pack? He scanned the area around them for anything that would be a pack. âThis?â He asked reaching down for Kevinâs kit. As Jeffrey lifted it up inside he heard a familiar rattle. âThatâs not Advil I take it..â He then rattled his own saddle bag, âMine neither.â He couldnât help but chuckle.  As he took the J from Kevin he handed him his bag. âAll you got? How long has it been like that?â He couldnât help but ask.
Gritting his teeth he anticipates the blow of disapproval, when it doesnât come he simply nods along in surprise, answering without really knowing why. âNah, Advilâs for pussies.â A brow raises in mock shock, âI never wouldâve guessed friendo.â He smirks and shrugs in response âItâs enough.â Kevin takes the kit from Jeffrey and rifles around eventually pulling out a few pills. He closes the box and puts it aside before crushing the tablets into fine white powder and pushing it into lines. âWanta hit?â Blocking off the other side of his nose he leans down and snorts the powder, leaning back and sniffling when itâs gone.
He couldnât help himself but laugh, they sounded exactly the same. âI guess I might as well,â He took the bump without questioning what it might be and the feeling it drip down the back of his throat was a welcome one. This form before him was nothing if not disarmingand he wasnât one to say not to free drugs. Before whatever unknown substance hit full peak he had to get his bearings and he figured his new friend could help him. âAny idea where exactly we are Kevin?â  Jeffrey was no stranger to pill bottle cocktails but that powder was kicking his ass.












