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he looks at the other with mild frustration. nothing but a huge grump these days. the baggy is opened, rudi taps a line’s worth out onto a piece of paper sitting on the table. closes it up, reaches into his pocket for a twenty.  ain’t no junkie, dickwad.  he rolls the twenty. “ —- wanna try ? “

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by now he’s used to the slurs and names, figures this is part of rudi’s demeanor. hadn’t ever KNOWN a rudi that didn’t have a sharp edge, isn’t aware he was any other way.

curiosity gets the best of him, floating over in one fluid motion to survey the powder laid out onto the table in a line. “ you’re gonna do it right now? ” didn’t think now was a good time for DRUGS, thought druggies did them at night - not in broad daylight. he’s unsure about the offer, knew very well what it was though hadn’t ever DONE IT before. he wants to decline though his tendency to be a PEOPLE PLEASER gets in the way of immediate refusal. “ you do it first. i wanna see YOU get all jacked up. n’then i’ll think about it. “

CREDIT