@zealousbrainiac - didn’t kill himself in the ways he was trying to numb the pain.
If Rose doesn’t forgive him soon - she will truly be the death of them all.
He stood in the same spot for awhile, watched as she walked back through the crowd away, before walking to the bar and asking-
@zealousbrainiac - especially when she wouldn’t listen. Her words fell right off of him. He wouldn’t hold him self accountable for anything that’s happening. Especially when he was pushing for the blonde wizzard to tell Rose. He had chosen her side. All he could do now was make sure Malfoy -
@zealousbrainiac - his expression never changing.
Truth was - Jordan was exhausted. Tired of arguing with the snobby redhead who never listened to anyone and believed she stood on the tallest tower nose turned up at everyone else. And he didn’t need to explain any part of him to her. -
@zealousbrainiac - abyss that was ever present in his mind. Begging him. Pleading to him. Just one more high. Just one more drink. Just one more line. And because of Scorpius he gave in. Jordan swallowed thickly and allowed her hand to hit him in the face one last time. Stared her down -
@zealousbrainiac Jordan wanted to fire back. To tell her he had been sober for months, when he disappeared awhile back it wasn’t on a bender it was to rehab. That he had been working on making better choices - and it was Scorpius who had dragged him back down the rabbit hole, back into the -
@SuperbusAnguis@EnticingDamsel Jordan blinked almost breathlessly, it had been awhile and he had forgotten how good of a kisser Scorpius was.
His mood /drastically/ improved and he smiled before looking around the room.
Following the other two out of the gross muggle jail and into the streets getting -
Waking up in a daze the post cocaine hangover setting in as he sat up, untangling himself from the three that lingered in his bed. Two women and a man lay still, breathing, but still. Clearly none of them were addicts... Jordan had begun to sweat, his body screaming at him -
- the wizard then dipped his finger into the bag, removing it to rub the white powder against his gums. Tossing the bag into his desk, picking up the bottle of whiskey by the neck and bringing it up to his lips.
Fuck what time was it?