hypothetically

Let's say there's a girl and boy who are infatuated with each other. This boy, young and exotic from some far away place woes you and sweeps you off your feet. You sense something off but you push it aside because you're caught up in emotions. As you and your lover exchange heated kisses filled with promise, he pulls back to pour you a shot and you take it. Everyone around you is laughing having a good time, music is blaring and the night is young. The mood shifts and you see the group each take a tablet out of the packet being passed around. The packet reaches your boyfriend and he breaks 4 capsules out of the plastic pockets. You watch memorized as he washed 2 of them down with vodka and redbull. Surly not your baby, who is health conscious and works out daily would take drugs or jeopardize his health. You watch open mouthed as across the table a mild mannered friend snorts a line off the glass. It's like in the movies as the light catches the diamonds in his watch and he lifts a tan hand to his nose to pinch his nostrils, head tiled back black hair falling over his eyes that are scrunched tightly shut. Suddenly you're not so sure you want to be here anymore and your boyfriend notices you stiffen next to him. He presses reassuring deceptive kisses against your face and as your eyes drift shut he takes this opportunity to pop 2 pills in your mouth. As your eyes snap open his eyes and fingers demands you take it and a cold drink is pressed to your lips. The class clinks against your teeth and there's a look in those dark eyes that will haunt and God help you, you swallow. Is it because you think that you are in love that you, who has never even smoked weed would suddenly take to pill popping?



In the backseat of a car you notice a certain heaviness wash over your body and you feel weak. You lift a shaking hand to sip your drink hoping it will steady you. You try to call your lovers name but it only comes out in a whisper and have to tug weakly at his blazer before he notices you and he can tell the drugs are taking effect. You try to voice your fear and uncertainty but the only sound that comes out is a whimper. "How much do you love me?" his full mouth and black eyes demand, as you proclaim your love for him is more than anything, the gentle hand that was stroking your hair suddenly tightens and your face is mashed against his. You become lost in the sensation of his touch and his kisses only breaking for sips of vodka. The drive downtown is a blur and you don't even remember parking or entering the club. As the two of you dance in a haze, your back and ass tightly pressed him and a possessive hand against your throat that keeps your head tilted upwards. In between sharp kisses your eyes drift lazily open and you notice his eyes are open but not watching you, the red light of the club swirls in his black eyes now narrowed and you realize his gaze is aimed at his friends. You whisper a question of whats wrong and his hands tighten around your body. "I feel jealous" tone soft but deadly " I don't want anyone else to look at you".