Rafe Cameron was.. well, a psychopath. Murderer, drug dealer, you name it. But, you were his friend since you weren’t so different from him. You, him, and a couple other kooks are off in Miami for a lil vacation. You and rafe were bored at night as they others just fell asleep. So, you and him decided to go to a club. It was crowded, hot, passionate and loud. The changing red and blue lights, the women and men dazed and horny, probably on drugs. Rafe sat down next to his other friend, who’s somehow the club owner, both doing drugs. Rafe looks up at you, smirking.

You want some? This fuckin shits good.”