Heroin

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Light flooded into the messy motel room ,jack and Dave shared,as the sun began to rise in vegas.outside was pretty silent for once aside from the distant barking of a dog and a few beeps from early morning traffic.

the motel room was in disarray; the smell of cigarettes and weed seeped from the walls,discarded suit and ties from the night before tossed on the old musty carpet,used condoms shoved under the bed,bottles of cheap vodka and whiskey scattered around the floor and the sheets between the two sleeping men, smoked cigarette butts littered around the room causing ash to be rubbed into the carpet and some on the vintage furniture.

Dave and jack didn't give two shits how they left the motel, all they did in it was sleep and fuck hookers, it was assured it was no permanent living arrangement considering it was , of course, a motel and the range of other motels they've been kicked out of due to not paying while on this Vegas trip.they'd definitely be gone soon.

The room only had one bed that they shared, neither of them minded since it was cheaper after all, both the tangerine and the aubergine wanted that small extra bit of money for their gambling and drug addictions.

Both the orange and purple men lay sleeping, tangled in each others arms. the night before long forgotten and most likely won't be remembered from the amount of drugs and alcohol they consumed.

They both found closure in the drugs, the alcohol and the STD riddled hookers they bring back, like a coping mechanism for both mentally fucked men,it distracted them from the fact that their lives have been fucked up by Henry. They refused to speak of that bastard.

As well as the drugs they found closure within each other, unhealthily of course but at least they had each other's backs. It's been a month since they got the Bakersfield location shut down and that month has only consisted of just them,together, doing stupid shit that made them happy for a short while, a stupid little high,trying narcotics that fucked them both up to the point they temporarily can't even remember the past few days sometimes even weeks.
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Jack slowly started opening his eyes,his body ached especially his right forearm,he slowly sat up and glanced at The clock on the ash covered nightstand. 7:38am. The only noise breaking the silence being the small ticking of the clock and the rustling of the sheets.

He placed a pained hand on his forehead as a raging migraine started to overcome him. 'Fuck...what happened last night' he thought to himself. Another glance at the nightstand and he noticed the syringe and a burnt rusty spoon. "Shit..."
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The night prior Dave was able to scavenge some heroin from some bum on the street, it was probably the most impure shit out there but Dave was adamant that jack should try it. He kept repeating some stupid ass statistic that heroin feels like a million orgasms, which not gonna lie intrigued Jack since he loves a good fuck.

Later that night they were sat on their shared motel bed, jack shirtless with a belt tightly wrapped around his bicep patiently waiting for Dave to find the vain in his arm. "Sportsy, this shits gonna feel so great" Dave smiled,rather excited for their heroin trip to begin.

"You sure man?" Jack didn't exactly give much of a shit about overdosing since the whole immortal thing but he was worried about the fact Dave stole this shit from some homeless scruff on the streets of vegas.

The purple man gave the other males arm a few light slaps and quickly injected the drug into his best friend.

"See ya there old sport" Daves smirking face was the last thing jack remembers that night.
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"Ah shit" jack said admiring the red needle mark on his arm,that most likely gonna end up infected from the dirty syringe Dave used.

The sleeping man next to jack started to move around as he began to wake up from jacks small movements. "Ugh Fuck" Dave groaned as he squinted his eyes at the sunlight from the sunrise entering from the window. The purple man turned and lay on his back staring at the ceiling, arms behind his head.He probably in as much pain as jack from the come down.

"Mornin' sportsy" daves voice strained causing it to be deeper then usual. Jack just gave him a glance of acknowledgment as a response, really not feeling up to having a full blown conversation with Dave at this time in the morning while hungover.

Both the men sat in silence for about 10 minutes before Dave slowly stud up, he groggily pulled up his boxers and walked towards the motel bathroom. "Be right back old sport" his morning voice broke the silence.

The purple man returned a few minutes later with a glass of water in his hand and a few aspirin.

Jack admiring Dave as he walked towards the bed; his messy long hair down and brushing over his shoulders as he walked,his bare chest and arms consumed with small goosebumps from the cold air in the motel room, his black boxers hanging low on his waist exposing his happy trail. If Jack wasn't exhausted from the night prior he would've found himself with a ranging boner due to the man in front of him but right now he just wanted sleep.

Dave sat on the edge of the bed and handed jack the class of water and two aspirin.

"Take these...I know ur head hurts like a bitch like mine sportsy" he smiled softly as his words rolled off of his tongue.

As jack swallowed the pills Dave made his way back into the sheets,brushing off the empty vodka bottles from the bed doing so.

The orange man put the empty glass on the nightstand,knocking the syringe onto the floor. Not bothering to pick the needle up,he sunk back into the musty motel mattress and Dave wrapped his lanky arms around him,spooning the other man softly.

"Can we just stay in tonight? Smoke some weed or something?.... Im fucking exhausted man" jack whispered softly as he got comfortable in daves embrace.

"Of course old sport" daves arms tightened around jacks waist as their bodies pressed against Each other innocently,for once.

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