Romans & histoires Doja Cat I Don T Do Drugs

Sure, I want to believe that Alice wouldn't take drugs, but I don't know. "Did she ever do drugs?" I look at him. "Lorenzo, no. Even when we took coke and shit in clubs, she refused. Believe me, she isn't taking anything. She didn't do it to herself." I nod at his words. I feel her move and look up to see her eyes on me. "We will give you space and tell Jasmine she is awake." I watch them leave. "God, little kitten!" I grasp her face. "Lorenzo?" She looks at me, confused.

The doc keeps examining her while I pace around like a crazy person. “She’s going to be fine, she will need a lot of water and food when she wakes up, she will need to take it easy for a couple of days as the dosage used on her was really high”, the doc says as he tells me that the drug used on her is the new shit being sold around New York lately. Fuck.

"Is that what you think this is?" "Isn't it?" I said nothing. My throat tightened. Words stuck somewhere between fear and disbelief. "I'm not calling to threaten you, Jane." His voice shifted again. Back to warm. But it carried the weight of someone who could destroy you without lifting a finger. "I'm calling because I think we can help each other." "I don't need your help." "You need someone who isn't Frank Costello. The finger in the medical supplies… that wasn't me. I want you to know that.”

Leo Her brows crease before realization dawns on her face, softly chuckling. “Sorry, I forget that sometimes it’s not always obvious to folks. I have ADHD, and I take meds to help manage it. I didn’t know about that back then, so without realizing it, weed became an everyday occurrence as it chilled my brain out, and I was able to focus and get shit done. Apparently, it’s common, I later found out, so yay for that, but at the same time, not exactly the greatest thing because I smoked all the time just to get through the day.” She said, scrunching up her nose, slightly embarrassed.

"Okay, but there's a strange smell around here." Leo sniffed like a weirdo. "I can't believe you don't know that that's weed...and cocaine. But it's not the coke you're smelling cause coke has no smell." He said as he shrugged. I choked on my juice. He said it like it was the most normal thing ever. "Co-what?" My goodness, he really was the owner of Illusion and the rumors were true. He really dealt with drugs. "Caine. You should grow up sweetheart. This world of ours isn't heaven where bad things are forbidden. We're in New fucking York and this shit is normal." Leo shrugged. "By the way, I was making this egg specially for you. So here you go."

Even though she wasn’t seriously hurt, that hadn’t stopped Eric from being angry. The Doctor smiled at her, packed up his equipment, and left the room. They heard Eric stop yelling to converse with the doctor. Jo moved the hair away from Cat’s face, saying. “Are you ok? Can I get you something to drink?” “A shot of brandy would be awesome.” Cat was only half joking. It’s what she would love to have if she could drink. Jo laughed. “I would join you.” She and Jo smiled at each other, knowing they both couldn’t drink. Hearing footsteps. They both turned their heads towards the door to see Eric and Peters enter with his head of security, Derrick Mansen.

Jackson sent one of his deadly glare towards her again, she quickly dropped her head to face her laps, "Your so call boyfriend was caught with hard drugs." Janette swallowed hard, on a normal day she would have denied it but she knew twas true. Sol still hard the white powder stuck in his pocket when the police started shutting outside the clubhouse. "Do you do drugs too?" Jackson voice buzzed in her ears bringing her out of her whirling thoughts. She gave him a questioning look and used her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. "I said do you do drugs too?" Quickly, she shook her head. "N-no I d-don't do drugs," Janette shuttered fidgeting with her well manicured fingers.

I take a step forward, just in time to catch him slipping a pill into his mouth — his blue eyes shimmering as he chews slowly. “You do drugs too?” I ask incredulously, setting the milk packet on the corner of the huge mahogany desk. He grunts and then turns away from me fully. “I'm a mafia don, Titania. Don't forget that.” “Yes. But...” “You shouldn't be out of bed by this time. It's late. Get going now,” he shoos me like I'm some bug.

She could have sworn he was growing a little, his face turning a dangerous purple. Cat immediately raised her hands soothingly. "I know, I know." Ashamed, she looked down again. Her own experience with narcotics hadn't exactly made the feeling any better. “I only dealed enough to make it live and made sure that it wasn't stretched or something. When I was able to clean, I stopped immediately. "

Nirvana said after drinking from the glass of water "What? Me, jealous of that crocodile voice of yours? What a joke. If anything should happen to your voice, know that you caused it. By the way, you're the one jealous of my flexy body, my ass are soft compared to those planks you call ass" Aliya fired back and it seems it was another round of argument between them "What? Pla.. Plank? Nirvana stuttered " yes, watch my soft ass" Aliya said and twerk infront of her. "if you're sure your ass aren't that strong, then shake it" Aliya said daringly