At the next party, as expected, Elliot was having fun, albeit alone. The guy sighed, sniffing another dose of cocaine, albeit a small dose. He grinned to himself, holding out his nose.

But, as always, his plans were thwarted as soon as the door to the home laundry opened. Elliot rubbed his nose, pretending that nothing had happened.

“what? Did you get dirty?," Elliot tried to make a joke, but the situation was super awkward. "I'm already leaving, it's not busy."