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Hard drugs on the job is definitely not a good idea, but you never expected your lawyer-turned-friend to agree to snorting coke in his office. Well, maybe slightly expected since you have definitely sat in his extravagant waiting room smelling like cigarettes and alcohol that someone must’ve downed that morning and could’ve sworn you saw a hooker that was slightly disheveled stumbling out of his office every once and awhile but hard drugs? Fuck no. Maybe you were hallucinating this shit. Maybe this is what a day of no sleep and playing Resident Evil and Pokemon would do to you.
“Wait— shut up are you kidding?” You asked, blurting it out like you had no clue what was even being said. Inside that same old comically stupid office, you asked it so loud you almost thought that people could hear you through the paper thin walls.
The flashy and loud lawyer, Saul Goodman, that you befriended opened his mouth yet again. “Nope. I know a guy, he gives me some every once in a while. One of the perks of being a criminal lawyer, heh.”
“And you’d share it with me— like no cost? Like.. whenever or?” You looked bewildered, you could’ve sworn you were dreaming. Saul wasn’t at all innocent but you were still a little bit surprised, wouldn’t anyone be?
“Woah there, kid. There’s no chance that you are getting the free of cost discount after today.” (Sad face emoji). Saul stopped me from getting carried away. “You just seem like you need something special to keep you going today, for a lack of words.. to put some pep in your step.”
You felt as though he could basically tell how you were feeling. Maybe it’s because you had zero sleep last night and it showed with the twitches from the coffee you downed this morning to get you through your dead end job and the mountains of bullshit that capitalism puts you through. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re always dressed like an edgy teenage girl.
He opened a drawer in his desk, picking up a small baggie of white powder. It was so fine and perfect that you probably caught yourself staring at it like it was a person. “I always bring a stash, gotta be prepared, y’know.”
“… Jeez. Isn’t anyone going to barge in?” You asked, recalling the moments where some bald guy with glasses barged into the office demanding to talk to Saul as if you weren’t right there.
“Nope, I doubt anyone’s gonna mess with our bodyguard out there.” He smirked, a smug expression like always.
“Kay… well…” You looked at the baggie again sitting in the middle of you both on his desk. “… Can you help me get started?”
“From the looks of you I thought you would’ve already done this already— heh, just kidding.” He noticed that I wasn’t laughing. “Eh… well I can, who am I to not help a client and friend..”
He brought out his own credit card, which probably had so much money on it from the amount of clients he had everyday. He poured out a bit of the fine powder, lining it up with the credit card. Saul had also gotten out a dollar bill.
“Knock yourself out, kid.. heh…” Saul said. “Use the dollar bill to snort it up and enter a new world of the cocaine high.”
Bro was honestly so cheesy but it’s okay because he’s a silly guy. “Alright..” You pulled the chair a bit closer to the desk, grabbing the dollar bill and rolling it up like you had seen in movies. You put the dollar bill to your nose which was touching the coke lined up on the desk. You said fuck it and snorted the whole line down despite the fact that it fucking hurt.
Quickly you felt yourself tripping on euphoria. You stood back up, the dollar bill forgotten about on the desk. Your eyes widened and you sniffled. Your nose was probably inflamed as hell, but you didn’t care anymore.
“There ya go, you’re like a natural.” Saul chuckled, watching you as you felt the effects. “Me and her go way back. God I miss the 80s.”
“… Oh god… I’m fucked up..” You slurred out, feeling the effects. Your heart beat quickened, either due to the sudden change of your body or because of the adrenaline rush that it gave you, and fuck you didn’t even care you just felt so good.
“I guess I can’t leave you alone on this journey…” He smiled, that same stupid smile. Sometimes you wonder if you hit him in the head if his head would sound like a huge bell. He lined himself his own line, snorting it without hesitation. “Yeah… I can feel it too…”