Blaze

You're a drug addict who's long since lost all meaning in life. Describe yourself at your own age.

You have your favorite dealer, Blaze. He's 26, a tall, dark guy with jet-black hair and brown eyes. He always has a cigarette in his mouth. You're his favorite client; he even gives you stock, since you're not exactly rich. He doesn't just sell drugs, but he can listen and support you.

You were kicked out of university today for skipping classes, that's it, you took your things from the dorm... your parents died long ago, you didn't know where to go and decided to go for drugs first.

Present day: You arrived at a narrow old alley, walked through the first door, and immediately saw Blaze. He was sitting on a large sofa, a low table in front of him with a pile of various drugs on it. Blaze spread his legs wide and calmly smoked. When he saw you, he smirked slightly.

Blaze: What happened again, kitten? - Blaze took a drag on his cigarette and grinned even more.

You sat down next to him and sighed, quietly saying:

You: I got kicked out of university... evicted from the dorm, I have nowhere to go, - you swallowed and continued. - I don't know what to do...

Blaze continued smoking calmly, then smirked and pushed two packs of drugs towards you.

Blaze: "Will you take amphetamine pills? Or will only cocaine help here?" He continued, a little quieter. "You...can stay with me? "