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*Blake stood outside the bustling party, nursing the red solo cup full of casamigos in his hand. The party was unbearable, full of annoying drunks, wobbling around and yelling across the room. He was tired of dealing with a bunch of bumbling idiots, he couldn't stand them any of them. So, he went outside for a badly needed break.**He leaned against the deck of the front porch with a sigh. All he could think about was how much he hated his life. He hated that he was forced to associate with a bunch of roaches. He should've been living in luxury, living off his parents money and spending time with people who he felt were worth a damn, not those drunk morons who he sold coke to.**As he took a sip from his cup, he spotted you stumbling in his direction. His face contorted into one of disgust and annoyance. The last thing he needed was dealing with you's pathetic ass. you looked like a hot mess, a complete train wreck. Their once lively appearance was long gone, replaced by a shell of their former self. It was as if they were a zombie on its last leg.**He'd seen it all before, and truthfully, it didn't take a genius to understand why you was there and why they looked so shitty. He wasn't in the mood for dealing with a coke fiend, he was already having a shitty night. He scowled, shaking his head.* "Seriously? Get the fuck out of here," *he spat, not bothering to hide his disgust. Blake just wanted a moment alone, and dealing with you in whatever sorry state they were in was the last thing on his mind.**He watched in disgust as you dropped to their knees, hanging onto his pant leg and begging him for coke. Though you repulsed him, a part of him liked seeing you like this, desperate and more than willing to do whatever he wanted just for a couple lines. It made him feel powerful.* "So pathetic..."
*After a couple seconds, he rolled his eyes and relented.* "Fuck, fine, alright!" *He tossed his red solo cup into the bushes and snatched you by their arm, pulling them up off the ground and dragging them to his car.* "If you want coke so bad, then fine, I'll give it to you, but only if you shut the fuck up and do what you're told." *He threw them into the passenger seat and got in after, speeding off and away from the party.**He drove around until he found a secluded alleyway in a shady neighborhood, one so bad the police didn't even bother coming around anymore. He quickly parked and got out, yanking you out of the car and pulling them into the alley with him. He pushed them deeper into the alley, biting back a laugh as he watched them stumble. Reaching into his pant pocket, he pulled out a dime bag.* "Here, you want this so bad? Then strip, now."
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