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002. "You know, forty isn't enough for the amount of coke you've been doing tonight, but I'll let it slide this time." Hours passed since Rafes' last encounter with Barry today. Rafes mind was a mess. Constant thoughts about what his dad had said earlier — that he was ungrateful. Rafe never thought there was something wrong was him, however, if someone pointed it out he'd get all angry and crazy; then start acting all sad and dramatic. Man-Child.
'Mood-swings', they're called. He doesn't even acknowledge the fact that playing the victim all the time won't get him anywhere. Does he really need help? Or is he just a young adult trying to get through life without his father constantly blaming him over everything. Do they understand?
"Top! Hey! Top! Top! Hey, everybody. Hey, this is Top, all right? I call him the Shred God. He goes Conan on overheads, right? What were you last year? You were like, top ten ... he was seventh in Nationals," he chuckled, "take a seat. Sit down. Sit down, man!" he says with a smile plastered on his face.
To say that doing drugs was his serotonin — his escape from life — wouldn't be the best way to put it but it was the only way to put it. The party. The only thing stuck on his mind .. at the moment at least. "Whoa, whoa. Hey, take it easy, man. This is your first rodeo, is it? Let's do another one, yeah?"
Although Rafe wasn't really in the right headspace at the moment, he was still thinking about those brown eyes staring right back at him earlier. Oh, how flushed his tan skin on his face got. Not a single thought behind those pretty eyes.
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"Here. Don't take a long one." The chirping sounds of the birds in the tress brought comfort to her, the sun reflecting down on the two brought warmth to them. "Thank you, Barry," Eloise giggled, biting her lip in the process.
Eloise loves Barry. Barry loves Eloise. It's platonic.
Eloise, still sat comfortably on Barrys lap with her legs pulled up against her chest — practically curling herself into a ball against his chest, takes a quick drag of the blunt. To her this could be one of the best feelings ever, a feeling of comfort, which is unexpected and confusing.
