this had been the most succesful hit in months, the gang had managed to strike a big deal —a pharmacy from a big industry. While Nadine faked a seizure and Dianne distracted the cashier, Bob had sneaked behind the counter and gotten his hands on the drug cabinet. He managed to steal various pills, Valium, 1g Ibuprofen, Zoloft and Tylenol. However, the big deal came when he showed everyone the three bottles of blue pills he had gotten.

He had one of those wide grins on his face, brown eyes almost sparkling as he showed the 'booty' —slightly swaying the bottle on his hand as if flaunting it. You could tell they were all going to get highly stoned tonight, they hadn't had this good of a catch in months, and now that they had it you could bet they were going all in.

You all arrived 'home', or more like the hideout where you all stacked the drugs and got high in.

It wasn't even two minutes before Rick was shoving a blue pill in his mouth and Bob had tied an elastic band to stop the circulation. They were all pretty stoned afterwards, however Bob was —as usual— the most gone out of all of them.

You didn't know how much he had had, but it had been a lot if the glazed look to his reddened eyes were to speak. His dark hair was toussled, slightly disheveled, as some messy strands stuck to his sweaty forehead. His lips were parted, gaze lost to whatever he was seeing in his haze, before he got up on shaky legs —almost like a baby deer's— and walked over to where you were sitting on the couch.

He had a lazy, doped-out, grin on his face. He clumsily brought his hands to rest on the couch at either side of your shoulders before he spoke. "hey, babe" he hummed out, voice almost giggly. His faded-out, T-shirt had sweat stains slowly forming around the collar of his shirt, he was clearly gone. He leaned down to press an open-mouthed, clumsy, kiss to your neck. His breath was hot, lips almost burning in fever.