(electric feel - mgmt)
Brad was standing in the shower, and hot steam was floating around in the bathroom. They had locked the door, so nobody would come in. She sat on the floor, counting her money. The party was still going on, but they didn't mind.
Loud music in the background, a soundtrack. They were tipsy, maybe a bit too much, but they were just having fun - something they normally never did.
"Can you pass me a towel?" Brad turned off the water, and Elizabeth did as he said. The bathroom was big, with a bath and a shower. Everything looked so clean.
"So," He stepped out of the shower with the white towel wrapped around him. His hair was dripping, but somehow it felt nice. It had been a long time since Brad had been in contact with water. A long time since he felt this clean. "How much?"
"38,65 pounds, 3 pointless cards and a few condoms." She answered, while looking up at him. He already took on his black jeans.
Brad smiled - mostly to himself, while buttoning his jeans. He opened up the window, like it was his own bathroom. But they just hoped that nobody would notice them.
He sat down across her, with the towel in his hand. "I won." He dried his hair. "60 pounds, and a pack of cigs."
Elizabeth would say she didn't care, but she actually did, and it made her hate him even more. "Whatever." She stood up, with his eyes following.
He chuckled, and took on his shirt. She went to his pocket and took out the cigarettes along with a lighter.
"I could use something stronger," he mumbled while getting up. Recently Brad have been craving for any kind of drug. He was clean, had been for almost three months, but he didn't care about it anymore. He came to the point where he hardly thought of them, but the thought have been nagging him for the last week.
The small cabinet with mirror doors was opened, and his eyes searching through the products. He pulled out a pill bottle. Oxycontin. He twisted the cap, poured out a couple of pills.
His eyes were dark, looking at the pills. Brad knew it wasn't the drug he had hoped for, but they would affect him a bit. He was wishing he had a cannula, having the full effect. Inject them after dissolving them in water.
She noticed how avid he was swallowing them. "How many did you steal from?" Brad asked out of curiosity. He sat down on the floor across her again, leaning against the bathtub.
"Four." she stated, regretting she didn't take the pills as well. For a week ago, a cigarette would be more than enough, but she wanted drugs. "You?"
"Seven." He smirked, but it wasn't because he was especially proud of himself for doing it. It wasn't because he wanted to show off. Normally Brad was quite down to earth, but when he thought about it - the drugs and alcohol always made him different.
"Acting like a player and all." Elizabeth said. It was only now she realised how she found his presence sufficient.
Brad leaned back his head, giggling. "Mmh... cause I am, baby." His eyes closed, he had been tired all day.
Elizabeth's eyes was still fixated on his features. He looked happy, and for once Brad was. She admired him, wishing she could be like him. He was homeless, but he didn't care about the fact that he had nowhere to start from.
"Jealous, Lucifer?" He mumbled, referring to the pills. Elizabeth didn't even realise that his eyes was open. She was staring blankly.
But she was. She needed something stronger as well. The bottle was opened yet again, and pills fell into the palm of her hand. She glanced at Brad, who was looking with half open eyes at her as well. "Go on." He voice was for once soft, not judgemental or cocky.
She put them in her mouth, swallowing. Elizabeth didn't assume that you could get high by those kind of pills, but Brad had tried it before.
She sat down again, and they stared at each other. The first time they did drugs together.
