"Rock & Roll" (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

"I don't," Halley said, her smile fading just enough to let Tommy know that she had no intention of getting high with him. Remembering that she was on a story and that the audio recorder in her purse couldn't see the line of white powder that was coming into shape, she asked with curiosity, "Good coke, I guess? Who's your supplier."

She didn't know if Tommy would answer her, but either way she at least had it on the audio record that that was what had kept him up for all this time. She waited for his response to end, then pulled at his hand again, telling him, "And if you ever want to see me naked in your bathtub ... by my call or yours ... you won't do anymore tonight either." She tugged at him yet again, saying, "C'mon, Tommy."

She snatched up the two bottles and backed away from Tommy, urging him again to follow. She herself headed for the kitchen as she told him, "I'll ice these. You start the bath."

In the kitchen, Halley opened a dozen cabinets before she finally found some dish ware that could serve as buckets for the bottles. A minute later she had both bottles covered in ice. She looked around the kitchen for anything of value to her story, noted it in her mind and -- lifting the buckets in a way that put her purse closer to her face -- whispered it into her audio recorder.

Then she made her way back out to join Tommy ... where ever she might find him...

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy simply shrugged at her question as to his supplier, and watched her as she got up. He sneered at her, as she walked away. His mind raced. He weighed his options. He looked at the white powder spread out before him.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, it occurred to him that he probably needed a woman like Halley in his life, even if what he wanted was a broad that would be happy to let him snort that coke off her tits.

At the same time, part of him already understood that he would just lie to her about his habits, and keep his secrets to himself if she didn’t approve.

He scooped some of the coke up with a wet finger, and sucked it into his mouth as he stood up and headed up the stairs to his room. He’d have plenty left to continue later. He stripped his tee shirt off on the way up the stairs, leaving it laying where he shed it; he kicked off his shoes at the top of the stairs. He dropped his pants to the floor at his door.

He turned on the water in his shower, and within moments the tall glass had fogged up. He stood under it, thoughts racing, but music was the last thing on his mind at this point...