||[Mar. 4th, 2007|06:59 pm]
A RENT RP
April struggled to pull herself up the stairs to the loft, trying to ward off the feeling of nausea slowly overcoming her. Fingering the small baggie in her pocket, she clutched her stomach and yawned for what seemed like the hundreth time. Almost there.|
After two flights of stairs that seemed like a thousand, April found herself outside the door of the loft. Not even bothering to knock, she slammed the door open. Some days she hated meeting up with Roger for their first hit, just because that hour of buying it and getting over to the loft started to hurt, and April got a small taste of what withdrawal felt like and it was not pretty. In the, end, though, she always got there, and it was always worth it to have that early morning high together.
Needing that hit even more, April swung the bedroom door open, forcing a smile, "Baby, let-" Her smile quickly fell, though, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" April screeched, pulling a blanket off Roger and Mark, both still asleep. The need for a hit grew stronger, as did April's urge to beat Mark until he was shriveled into something the size of a raisin, "Get the fuck off of my boyfriend!" she shreiked, punctuating each word by slamming the blanket onto Mark's bare chest. "Right now!"