At first Bria was sure it was a policeman coming toward her and she straightened, eyes wide with fright. Then she realized it was just some guy dressed all in blue. His clothes kind of reminded her of pajamas, which was probably why she said, "Uh, hi. Sorry, did I wake you?"
The man looked at her funny before rolling his eyes. "Whatever. Look, I'll make you the same deal I did with the other whore. Crack for crack."
"Huh? You want me to lick your crack?" she asked. Bria was already sinking to her knees while he stared.
"What? No. Well, maybe, but not just that. Look, I've got something to take the edge off."
Bria tilted her head to spot the brief movement of his hand taking something from his pocket before putting it back. "It's a...."
"Shh! Stupid whore, don't go broadcasting it."
Bria swallowed an angry retort, but it wasn't difficult. She was too busy processing what she'd seen. Having been to far more than her fair share of parties, even she rarely stayed sober and untouched for longer than an hour or two, she'd seen crack pipes before. God, was her character a crack whore? Surely they wouldn't use the real thing, right? Probably just salt and smoke or something like that.
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