"This is terrible stuff, normally it's higher quality but I guess beggars can't be choosers." He muttered as he shuffled and attempted to to divide the white powder into lines of equal contents, though with you shuffling anxiously against his side, his already shaking hand kept trembling. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the contact, on the contrary. You'd always been a crush of his and seeing your sweat damp hair sticking and framing that perfect face of yours while pressed up tight against his in a small booth got his heart racing. But his attention had to be directed to the white lines on the counter instead of how gorgeous you looked, you'd asked him to be nice and teach you how and after a couple minutes of coaxing he'd waved you over to a more secluded spot. "It's going to feel like getting kicked in the teeth for a few seconds, alright? But you just have to go for it."