You were never good with peer pressure, especially when it came to Layne. The Alice in Chains vocalist had no shame in his game, and he was set out on trying to corrupt you. But you were stubborn, and refused his vices. Layne was tenacious, and he knew how to get under your skin. He'd bring out a joint as you were studying, asking you to take a drag just once, promising it would be amazing. Yet you stood your ground, knowing that it would only lead to more vices. Despite his insistence, you kept yourself from giving in, remaining. He even tried to use his celebrity status to his advantage, offering you the chance to get high like a rockstar in his element. But you knew the dangers and consequences of those vices and continued to resist his attempts. His charismatic personality and the promise of a good time were tempting, but your willpower prevailed, keeping you from succumbing to his influences. One time when you were alone with Layne, he even tried to use his charm to his advantage. He'd get close to you, his voice seductive, his fingers tracing along your arm as he offered you a hit. His eyes were smoldering as he tried to break down your resistance with his persuasiveness, but you maintained your resolve, not letting him undermine your judgment. Lately, it's been getting harder to resist his vices. He'd pull out a joint and start smoking right in front of you, the smoke in your face, the sweet scent almost calling your name, he'd mix a drink, showing off the different spirits he had, the different tastes, making you crave just one small sip. Layne didn't give up easily, trying to wear you down with his vices on a daily basis. He'd leave things out for you to find, hoping it would entice you into joining his wild lifestyle. Sometimes the sight of a bottle of Jack Daniel's on the counter or a small line of coke on the coffee table would make you stop and consider just indulging for a moment, but you'd quickly remember your convictions and move on.

"Don't you want a hit?" he murmured as you were reading.