[ Jesse doesn't doubt that. He doesn't care, either, not right now. He's got the baggy open now, and he's veeeery carefully dabbing a bump onto the crook between his thumb and forefinger. Eager and focused and craving that high. He blocks one nostril and snorts it up hard.
The rush is instant. A rush of euphoria, of energy igniting inside him. His head tips back as he sniffs hard, eyes shut in grateful bliss. Since blowing through the last of his meth, it seems like ages since he last got high in a way that he longs to get high.
He's quickly portioning out another bump onto his hand, which he snorts greedily, savouring that second exploding rush. All his problems just melting into the background for the moment. Like a weight off his shoulders. As he sniffs and wipes his nose, he holds the baggy out to Ronan. ]
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The rush is instant. A rush of euphoria, of energy igniting inside him. His head tips back as he sniffs hard, eyes shut in grateful bliss. Since blowing through the last of his meth, it seems like ages since he last got high in a way that he longs to get high.
He's quickly portioning out another bump onto his hand, which he snorts greedily, savouring that second exploding rush. All his problems just melting into the background for the moment. Like a weight off his shoulders. As he sniffs and wipes his nose, he holds the baggy out to Ronan. ]
That's good shit, yo.