We're All Going To Hell
She Don't Like Cocaine, Baby Just Likes How It Smells.
"Have you ever even done this before?"
Jack and Baby had made their way to the unisex bathroom at the back of the bar. The sink, much like the on at Baby's house, was rusted. The room itself smelled like vomit and sex, and the toilet was clogged. Baby had commented on a pregnancy test placed loosely on top of the trashcan when they first entered, humored by the fact that some woman found out she was a soon-to-be-mother in a dump like this.
They managed to cramp into the room, the buzzing of the light being their only company. Jack locked the door while Baby scrubbed and dried a clean spot on the porcelain sink. Taking pride in her work, she allowed Jack to finish the setup. Honestly, she had no idea what she was doing. Baby may have liked to walk on the wild side, but this was a bit too much for her taste.
"No," Baby shrugged, staring down at the white line in front her. "But I've snorted pills. Same concept, yeah?"
"Yeah," Jack snorted. "Totally different feeling, though."
"I once smoked a cigarette dipped in it, though. Will it be like that, Jack? Will my nose go numb like my lips did?"
Jack rolled his eyes, a small echo of laughter leaving his lips. He shook his head at the innocent girl and rolled a dollar bill into a straw. From there, his tall figure bent over the sink. Pressing a finger to his free nostril, Jack inhaled deeply, coughing faintly from the shock. Fuck, four days too long to go without it.
His lips twitched into a smile. Rubbing some of the extra powder from his nose, he took a step back and handed Baby the bill. He definitely felt bad about sharing with the girl, but a deal was a deal. She'd shook her ass against a rather disgusting old man to score this shit- He had to hold up his head.
Jack watched as Baby carefully took the bill. Oh yeah, she was nervous. He cracked a smile at how cautious she was with her breath when she bent over. The young girl steadied her hand and mocked Jack's actions, snorting the entire line a little too quickly. She backed away from the scene and shoved the bill in his hands, her fingers furiously rubbing at nose.
"Holey crap," she breathed. "You could have warned me that it feels like that."
"But you've snorted pills, remember?"
"Yeah, but that was pussy shit," Baby remarked, squishing her face up. "Give it back. I want more."
"Slow down there, Baby," Jack handed her the bill, though he didn't want to. "It's your first time. You want to enjoy this, but you don't want to get addicted."
"I have an addictive personality, Jack," Baby smirked, bitterly snorting another line. "Besides, I don't even like this stuff the way you do."
"Then why did you just snort more of it?"
"I just like how it smells."
Jack giggled at her comment, shoving the rest of the contents back in the bag in which it came from. Together, he and Baby left the bathroom, slipping into a whole new world. They made their way to the bar and threw back another shot, then proceeded to drink one more beer, before Baby got a burst of energy and dragged Jack to the dance floor. He was hesitant, but the gleam in her eyes pulled him in.
"I have two left feet," Jack laughed, wrapping his arms around her hips. "I might hurt you."
"Shut your face, Jack."
Doing as he was told, Jack allowed Baby's body to rub against his manhood as she swayed her body to the beat. By now, his heart was pounding against his ribcage and he felt like he needed a breath of fresh air. Whether this was coming from the cocaine or the erection Baby was starting to give him, he didn't know. Regardless, as soon as the song came to an end, he pulled the girl out of the bar by her thin wrist.
Baby let out a huff as the cold October night air ran through her lungs. She was hyped up, ready to go, but Jack looked as if he'd just seen a ghost. She was smart enough to know that he was going to try to wiggle his way out of the deal. He'd claim he needed to go home for some bullshit reason and use the drugs on himself. Selfish.
"So, Jack..." Baby's voice trailed. A smirk was playing on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his body. He was sweating, but she found it oddly attractive. "What do you say we ditch this place? We could go back to your place.. Do a few lines.. See where the night takes us."
Jack felt a lump form in his throat. Did he want to take her home? Fuck yeah. Was it nice having someone join in on the party rather than curse him for it? Obviously. Was he sure this was such a good idea because she was on cloud nine and way too young for him? Absolutely not.
"Baby, you're barely legal, and-"
"That's not what I asked. Do you want to fuck me or not, Jack?"
Swallowing the lump, Jack nodded his head before he even had th chance to think about it. Baby smirked widely, wrapping her small hand around his own, and before he could comprehend what was happening, Jack was leading her back to his place.
Jack and Baby had made their way to the unisex bathroom at the back of the bar. The sink, much like the on at Baby's house, was rusted. The room itself smelled like vomit and sex, and the toilet was clogged. Baby had commented on a pregnancy test placed loosely on top of the trashcan when they first entered, humored by the fact that some woman found out she was a soon-to-be-mother in a dump like this.
They managed to cramp into the room, the buzzing of the light being their only company. Jack locked the door while Baby scrubbed and dried a clean spot on the porcelain sink. Taking pride in her work, she allowed Jack to finish the setup. Honestly, she had no idea what she was doing. Baby may have liked to walk on the wild side, but this was a bit too much for her taste.
"No," Baby shrugged, staring down at the white line in front her. "But I've snorted pills. Same concept, yeah?"
"Yeah," Jack snorted. "Totally different feeling, though."
"I once smoked a cigarette dipped in it, though. Will it be like that, Jack? Will my nose go numb like my lips did?"
Jack rolled his eyes, a small echo of laughter leaving his lips. He shook his head at the innocent girl and rolled a dollar bill into a straw. From there, his tall figure bent over the sink. Pressing a finger to his free nostril, Jack inhaled deeply, coughing faintly from the shock. Fuck, four days too long to go without it.
His lips twitched into a smile. Rubbing some of the extra powder from his nose, he took a step back and handed Baby the bill. He definitely felt bad about sharing with the girl, but a deal was a deal. She'd shook her ass against a rather disgusting old man to score this shit- He had to hold up his head.
Jack watched as Baby carefully took the bill. Oh yeah, she was nervous. He cracked a smile at how cautious she was with her breath when she bent over. The young girl steadied her hand and mocked Jack's actions, snorting the entire line a little too quickly. She backed away from the scene and shoved the bill in his hands, her fingers furiously rubbing at nose.
"Holey crap," she breathed. "You could have warned me that it feels like that."
"But you've snorted pills, remember?"
"Yeah, but that was pussy shit," Baby remarked, squishing her face up. "Give it back. I want more."
"Slow down there, Baby," Jack handed her the bill, though he didn't want to. "It's your first time. You want to enjoy this, but you don't want to get addicted."
"I have an addictive personality, Jack," Baby smirked, bitterly snorting another line. "Besides, I don't even like this stuff the way you do."
"Then why did you just snort more of it?"
"I just like how it smells."
Jack giggled at her comment, shoving the rest of the contents back in the bag in which it came from. Together, he and Baby left the bathroom, slipping into a whole new world. They made their way to the bar and threw back another shot, then proceeded to drink one more beer, before Baby got a burst of energy and dragged Jack to the dance floor. He was hesitant, but the gleam in her eyes pulled him in.
"I have two left feet," Jack laughed, wrapping his arms around her hips. "I might hurt you."
"Shut your face, Jack."
Doing as he was told, Jack allowed Baby's body to rub against his manhood as she swayed her body to the beat. By now, his heart was pounding against his ribcage and he felt like he needed a breath of fresh air. Whether this was coming from the cocaine or the erection Baby was starting to give him, he didn't know. Regardless, as soon as the song came to an end, he pulled the girl out of the bar by her thin wrist.
Baby let out a huff as the cold October night air ran through her lungs. She was hyped up, ready to go, but Jack looked as if he'd just seen a ghost. She was smart enough to know that he was going to try to wiggle his way out of the deal. He'd claim he needed to go home for some bullshit reason and use the drugs on himself. Selfish.
"So, Jack..." Baby's voice trailed. A smirk was playing on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his body. He was sweating, but she found it oddly attractive. "What do you say we ditch this place? We could go back to your place.. Do a few lines.. See where the night takes us."
Jack felt a lump form in his throat. Did he want to take her home? Fuck yeah. Was it nice having someone join in on the party rather than curse him for it? Obviously. Was he sure this was such a good idea because she was on cloud nine and way too young for him? Absolutely not.
"Baby, you're barely legal, and-"
"That's not what I asked. Do you want to fuck me or not, Jack?"
Swallowing the lump, Jack nodded his head before he even had th chance to think about it. Baby smirked widely, wrapping her small hand around his own, and before he could comprehend what was happening, Jack was leading her back to his place.
I'ts so great! I like how you described what Jack was thinking and how baby pulled him out of his thoughts. When I read ""Are you okay, Jacky boy?", it kind of pulled me a little bit out of what was happening.. I don't know how to describe it, it's like I was at the event, in the story.(I hope you know what I mean) >.<<br> anyway, good story!
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