A/N: Drug Use
His shaggy hair fell down around his face, framing a pair of solemn blue eyes ringed with black. They were tired and sunken into his worn and ragged face. The drugs were starting to affect him physically as well as mentally.
“Have another line,” a sweet voice that belonged to a pair of green eyes crooned across the room, enticing the blue eyes over to him.
‘No I wont have another’ he thought at about the same time the words “Yer another sounds good,” rolled off his lips.
His body seemed to have a mind of its own these days...