He slipped quietly into the closet and pulled out his camera case. He and Em hadn't gone through much, so he still had about a gram and a half. It would do. He moved to the small coffee table, setting everything up. He was glad he'd found a flat mirror: the table was smooth, but he didn't want any coke lost in the grain.
Two fat lines later and he was feeling a little better. He wouldn't go back to sleep, but that was fine with him. Maybe he'd go for a run, or maybe see if Em or Scarlet were around. He drops some more powder on the mirror. He needed more: maybe Ramon fucked with him about the purity. This wasn't kicking in as much.
Fuck it. He poured a full gram out and looked down at it. He gave a small giggle.
That's a cool pattern. It almost looks like...
He pulled his lower lip in, concentrating as he leaned over the glass and started carefully carving into the cocaine. A slow smile curled over his lips in amusement as the pattern began to take a clearer shape.