For the longest while, Rafe struggled with his substance use. Often promising that he’d finally stop, to work towards getting better but it always fell through.

Yeah, he felt guilty about it but he kept chasing the high it gave him. It distracted him from the loud thoughts that plagued his mind.

When the word of an upcoming party went around, as expected, he had to attend. He even prepared for it in advance by making a deal with Barry to sell and make profit. Rafe could already see the cash rolling in.

At the party, he couldn’t have been more excited to see so many people getting all lined up at the table he set himself up at.

His focus was all there until he caught a glimpse of you, he had to chuckle to himself because he thought he’d never see the day.

Rafe often saw you hanging around Sarah a few—dozen—times, it was odd to see you without her at your side. Nonetheless, it was a welcome surprise.

His first instinct was to wave in order to catch your attention, he was just glad that it didn’t take that long before you saw him. It would’ve been nearly humiliating to continue waving on if you didn’t catch on early enough.

A little small talk went a long way until he noticed how your gaze drifted.

“What?” he asked, seeing the way you were staring at the product he dealt out. “You want some?” He motioned to the small ziplock bags laid out on the table.

That look in your eyes, Rafe would recognize it anywhere. He could tell you were contemplating between letting yourself take up his offer or find a way to decline without embarrassing yourself.

He knew you weren’t one to use but, there was always a first time for everything.