Leave shit here.

[From here"I dunno. It's okay. Come on," Dodge replied, pulling the white haired young man along, away from the party, away from the falls, away from the huts. It wasn't like this place had alleys handy or anything, or doorways, or hotels, or cars. Anything more convenient than the fuckin' jungle. The spray of the waterfall had them both wet and ( Read more... )

The first days had been the worst. He'd shivered so hard he thought his teeth would come out. He couldn't keep his legs still and kept kicking the covers off, something he barely noticed because he just kept sweating. It wasn't as profuse as the day he'd come to the clinic. It was almost worse. He was sticky with it. It was good that he had the IV ( Read more... )

The way Anthony spoke to him made him feel like he wasn't an idiot kid. Like maybe he knew something. Like maybe he was worth something. It made Dodge smile softly as he tried to figure out what the soft feeling in his chest was ( Read more... )

So he'd had a good night. Good enough that he still had a stupid smile on his face as he walked back to his place. He was smoking and thinking about Anthony and all that when he had to pass the gallery and he noticed Franicis ( Read more... )

He needed a new fuckin' needle. He knew the clinic would be tough, you couldn't just walk in and ask for one. But he'd seen that House had more than one when he'd given one to Dodge a while ago, the one that was almost too dull to pop his vein anymore. He took his rin and shoved it into his deep pocket of his cargo shorts and headed to House's ( Read more... )

He had had a drink so he was full of liquid courage. Dodge needed a needle and he knew where to look. You'd have to be an idiot not to know where to look. He left the party with his white take out bag in hand, half a sandwich still in it. He went straight to the clinic and walked in, looking around and hoping he was lucky enough that all the ( Read more... )