Harry turns the lights back up while we're still undressed, and I take as many spank bank pictures as I can.
He's completely radiant, heading back towards that closet to find me some clothes.
I feel awkward standing here naked alone, so I follow him.
"These should fit just fine" he hands me a pair of black sweats and a green t-shirt.
"Thanks" I say, and we walk back into the room to get dressed.
"It's not even 11. You tired yet, or you want to head back downstairs?"
Part of me is exhausted from everything that's happened today.
But the majority of me, the part that doesn't want this day to end, takes over.
"I could stay up for a bit" I shrug. He smiles mischievously.
"How about a little pick me up, then?" He asks, smirking and tapping his nostril lightly with his pointer finger.
"I'm in" I shrug again with a grin. I haven't done blow in a minute, but it sounds like a vibe right now.
I follow him back downstairs and he asks if he should open another bottle. I know he's English, but jeez.
"Why not?" I reply. Go hard or go home. And I'm not going anywhere.
We're standing in the kitchen and I'm watching him with a content smile on my face as he opens another bottle of red wine.
We make our way back towards the big black sectional, and he sits where he had before.
I sit comfortably close, resting my knee against his, and watch him as he gets what he needs from the stash box.
He pours a little of the white powder onto a small square mirror that kind of looks like a coaster.
He breaks down two small lines with what looks like an old hotel room key, and cuts a cardboard straw that looks like it came out of a cone, in half.
He hands me my straw, and I sit up a little to be able to reach it.
He picks up the mirror coaster and holds it between us for a moment.
"Straight from Columbia, always fentanyl tested. And we've already hit this bag. Just so you know." he tells me, searching my face.
"You've done it before, yeah?" He asks to be sure.
"'Course. I'm a comedian." I say jokingly. "It has been a little while though, decidedly too long" I smile at him.
And with that, he brings the mirror up to our faces, between us.
We both go in at the same time with our straws. I plug one nostril and sniff hard with the straw in the other.
After the white lines disappear, Harry places the mirror back on the table immediately.
It goes directly to my brain. I am suddenly awake, and I feel fucking amazing.
We both lean our heads back at the same time to sniff again. This shit is strong.
My next thought is that I want to fight someone. Anyone, no one in particular. I push it away.
"That's good...everything of yours is good. I thought my new place was amazing...it's a chicken coop compared to this." I say, looking around the penthouse apartment.
I'm suddenly feeling talkative, and a little unable to control my thoughts.
Harry bursts out laughing, even though it wasn't that funny. I start to feel the drip in the back of my throat, burning and numbing at the same time.
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