"Rack one up for me," I muttered lazily as my eyes began to focus, watching as he put a rolled note to his nose and quickly snorted a line of cocaine.

I rarely dabbled in cocaine, being more of a downer kind of gal. I peeled open my two hundred milligrams pill of pregabalin, tapping out the white powder into a large bump on the side of my hand, quickly snorting it all.

Blinking as I sniffed I felt a dry kiss press against my neck, cracked lips running down to my collarbone, "wanna do some codeine? I've got ten on me," I asked in a sleepy murmur, my eyes slinking downward to stare into his pale mossy coloured eyes that met mine.

I couldn't help but notice the dark circles anchored under his eyes, deep purple bags that spoke of a two day long cocaine binge with zero hours of sleep. I remembered next to none of it, just little flashes here and there, but zopiclone'll do that to you.

I had to save four pills for his cocaine comedown, I've got three left to play with. I'll take them halfway into my codeine nod, that's what I'll do.

"Sure," he smiled, as I stretched my body to kiss him the blankets fell away from my body, exposing myself from the hips upward, "you should get your nipples and bellybutton pierced," he said, "that'd be so fucking hot."

"I already got my tongue pierced, if you pay for it I'll do it," I grinned, gently grabbing his arm and running it down the tattoos and scars, "I always found your tattoos so sexy," I explained, "just let me grab my codeine," I said as I got out of bed, stepping over to my bag and pulling out the fifty milligram pills I'd stole from my Nan.

I snapped off five pills in their blister packet, downing them before passing him the other five, which he took with some water.

I leant over the bedside table, seeing the line he'd cut for me, he passed me the rolled up note and I snorted the line, "I used to check out your boobs during dbt," he told me, a tiny smirk played across my lips and I sniffed, wiping at my nose and catching traces of white powder which I rubbed into my gums.

"It still kinda pisses me off how much of a small time dealer I was compared to your Scarface arse," I joked, scratching at the side of my face in anticipation of the opiate nod, he chuckled and ran a hand through his cropped sandy brown hair.

"Can't have it all," he laughed.

"Did you wanna go down to the parkour today? We could sort out my nipple and belly button piercings," I questioned, rubbing his arm and smiling as I kissed his lips.

"Sure," he said, kissing me back.